The Blessing

They stride into our world,

legs sheathed in blue Levis,

baseball caps, shades of pastel,

adorning heads.

Their movement, unlike ours,

effortless, we who stand

on distended feet

at day’s end, lowering

congealed frames

into plastic seats

inside the bus that will haul us

to obscure apartments,

retreat from a public

that we peruse,

smile at, or abruptly

curse.

Yet, we shall bless

these beings, knowing

we shall submit,

contemplating those who will gently lift

the present into a world

we shall never see.

First published in Sisyphus, Jssue 6.3, 2019