There was a strangeness to the day
It seemed we walked through a mist
a light rain fell
In the background I could hear a flute playing,
a soft melody, a lonely symphony
sounds combined to complete the music
laughter, whispered conversations.....
The people we passed smiled at us
as if knowing a secret we had not discovered
good Mornings exchanged,
passing looks
Stalls held varieties of meats and vegtables,
trinkets, baked goods
all held out for inspection
and enticing us with aromas
But mostly I remember the old man passing us on the sidewalk
a prophet? an angel?
It was one of those moments where the world stops
and awareness steps in
He just asked a simple question of me
"DOES HE REALIZE WHAT HE HAS"?
He stared right into my eyes
but he kept on walking by
When I turned around he was gone...
As the days, months have passed, years now without you
I often ask myself
Who was he really asking the question of?