As we walk each alone upon this Earth,
We pass by others, yet avoid their gaze;
We take wide steps, we give these strangers girth;
With eyes looked down, we sidestep in sashays.
Within this shifting mass of strangers' breaths,
We find it hard to share a kindly smile;
It seems we can't our reticence arrest,
For fear we won't receive reciprocal.
Despite our headlong steps amidst the crowd,
We see a smiling eye that calls to us,
That cuts across this callous, heavy cloud,
And fills us with a warming, flutt'ring rush.
We fly to those who, mid this human gloom,
In smiling, laughing beauty shine and bloom.
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