or merely stilted listlessness?
fear and pain, etched on theses faces
a woman, congenitally defective
hands and feet
gnarled, open toed shoes
asks for help, painfully
a chirping child
in a long line over my left shoulder
dirty blue jeans
and I was wonder
what has brought me to this place of suffering?
a smile or a nod
what if this same awareness
and stillness were carried into the day
what might happen?