Friday, May 14, 2010

it's the people
that define our lives
seek them
be sought
find them
be bought
take them
give them away
time to leave
let them stay
connect
fibers astray
cry
scream
play
it's the people
each person
one word
one glance
first impression
second chance
know me
see me
let me be
try me
cross me
set me free
it's the people
all of the people
like stars in the galaxy
promises and negotiation
Wilt by association
to our foibles, a foil
to our charge, a coil
All of those people
impressions branded
or a whisper stranded
in a far away place
a shadow of a face
a scant trace
an embrace
a place
where you were
with those people
each person
a reason
a choice
architecture of our voice
Those people
the words exchanged
decorum rearranged
but the laughter...
with those people
the ever after
with those people
Tattooed
Imbued
with their light
The people
to whom we are plighted
connected and ignited
it is those people
that define our lives
who are we?
from them it derives

1 comments:

Yours. truly said...

Ever so true! If even for fleeting moments...those imprints can (and many are) be indelible, there for a lifetime.

Once, when my sister and I were buying corn tortillas in Mexico, I saw a toothless woman walking through a side street. The woman was wearing men's clothing and shoes and was leading a child by the arm. I made a comment to my sister, and she told me that the woman was married to a violent drunk, who often beat his wife. I wondered why she was still with the man; my sister's comment was that sometimes it's easier to deal with the dreaded life you know than to risk a deadlier option for your child and yourself. I saw that woman for about five minutes - I don't know her. And, yet her story made such a huge impression on me...save judgement calls for a higher being.