Have you ever been in a real life scene that takes on otherworldly proportions because of its simplicity and beauty? The other day, I beheld something so lovely music should have been pouring over it to preserve it like this scene from The Fisher King.
It could have been choreographed;
it could have been a dance
of intricate steps and weaves
and passes – pulled up close
then spun away. It was just
the grocery store after work.
Busy people – every lane full,
and no children crying,
no one huffing or distracted.
It was a symphony.
It was precision of checkers
and customers, big brothers
looking out for little brothers,
kids helping parents bag
produce. It was connection
and eye contact and small
pleasantries and people
It was a brilliant smile on a woman
as she joked with her cashier.
It was a renewed sense of faith
in humanity. There was no outrage
over politics, no seeing “Others”
as dangerous. It was busy
and humming along with
cordial strangers and a toy dropped
by a baby and picked up and
replaced by a hand that felt
the need. It was ordinary people
being extraordinary. It was a full feeling
of all is right with the world
in this tiny, precious moment.
It was people dressed for work
and going home as if they had
something waiting there for them:
a child to hug, a partner to enjoy,
a show to watch, a walk in the garden,
a long view from the back porch.
It was life and I got to feel it being
It wrapped me up in warm thoughts
and tucked me in and
kissed my forehead.