what becomes available to us
when we wander …
WANDERING
little luca and i
at the park
wandering
man marches smartly past
direct line to somewhere
a linear narrative
luca wanders
as do i
nowhere to go
nothing to do
our narrative is more
picaresque
no plot
one episode after another
leading nowhere
and then it happened
luca standing alone
on a patch of grass
i watch from a small distance
a bicycle pulls up
he watches her intently
i watch both
she wants to call someone
on her smartphone
then she notices him
alone gazing at her
her face breaks open
sun appearing from behind clouds
a radiant smile greets him
pouring innocent warmth and love
freely upon him
as he stands there
quite alone unafraid
absorbing completely
this freely given love gesture
you belong here and i welcome you
now imprinted on his soul
and mine
forever
