DESTINATIONS - From There To Here and Here To There
SECOND HELPING
Just when she thought
There was no more magic
In this world
He was there
Silent, quiet
Alone, just sitting
Seemingly oblivious to the Rat Race
Of Humankind in 5 o'clock-land
Even those muttering under breaths
From having to step over the white cane
Slipping from his side
Every so often.
Maybe
It was only she who saw
The little smiles
Dancing in his darkness
As though some private joke
From some unseen teller
Had been whispered only to him.
Did you hear it?
He spoke.
She jumped, startled, embarrassed
A bit
At being caught spying on him.
Did you hear it?
It was to her he said
The wind, of course
The old man already knew her answer.
It has a voice
He told
Sometimes it's angry
Sometimes it's gentle
Each has a place in moving
Even the last leaf
So new growth can begin.
You see the clutter of Fall on the ground
I hear the impatience of the trees
Shedding their last contact with the past
Knowing
That the Creator has blessed them
With a new start
After a well deserved rest.
He rose
A bit unsteady at first
Cane now in hand
She took his arm to help.
What else would one do
At a special time
Like this?