exchanging glances
busy humans
crossing endlessly
our busy daily paths
quick looks, peeks
and untouched souls
going inside blind
but the little trunk
of fine surprises of life
yields now & then
a heaven of peace
a soulful unexpected deep stare
torn from straight from nature
to the center of one’s heart
the grand canyon in arizona
settled peace and beauty
in this old heart of mine
and if i ever grow again
fearful, always those dark nights
i will hold close to my memory
this his magnificent glance
