Man in a Crowd
The late afternoon sky was magnificent,
Mounded with great clouds
Sweeping overhead at different altitudes,
Bathed in the slanted rays of the sun
Dropping into the scarlet west.
I stopped at the hospital entrance
Thronged with people
Coming and going with decisive steps,
Eyes cast down, focussed on private thoughts.
A little early for my appointment,
I leaned against the steel railing and looked up,
Enthralled by the beauty above my head.
A moment later I glanced aside
To make sure I was not impeding anyone
And stared straight into a smiling face
Watching me intensely.
The gentleman slowed his stride at once
'The clouds are beautiful!' I said.
He spoke softly, for my ears only,
'Blown about by angel wings.'
And he walked on.
I was struck with delight.
His words were enchanting.
Did he know how charmed I was?
Perhaps he did.
My eyes must have reflected
That surge of joy.
Cynthia Buell Thomas, Jan, 2020