Can it be this simple. . .
WE HAVE
a lot in common. . .
But we don’t always notice it
. . .Wonder
if we did;
it might not only mean that we see things differently
but even live better in other ways. . .
m a y b e
R I S K
finding out
D A R E
knowing. . .

Your face in the mirror
is always a reflection of someone else. . .
until you see that
you’ll never really ever see yourself

I saw an old Jesus
Walking through
A crowded waiting room
In a place 
no one wanted to be
He Shuffle passed me
In faded, wrinkled pajama bottoms
And a lifeless gray T-shirt
Sipping on a stained Styrofoam 
cup of coffee
He floated to a pause
In awe of the brightly colored fish 
Swimming around a shiny but finger smudged aquarium
And they seemed to multiply 
Wildly in a flurry of surreal color
that eyes could barely focus
and imaginations dare to envision
A Hand Out
became a Life Raft

My ice water took on a different taste of Merlot
that left a warm glow which seemed to illuminate within me
An ember that glowed
warmed
without incinerating
With a mere ever so light touch of his fingertips
Or a soft gaze  of his eyes
One by one we were 
metamorphosized 
And then in a much
quicker than the blink of an eye
and way less subtle than the distinct note
from a shiny trumpet
There was a suddenness 
Of difference
I not only  forgot why I was there
I was in fact
No longer there