I walk past you a dozen times, at least,
every day, without giving you so much
as a glance. But don’t think for a minute
that I do not feel your touch, hear your song.
And when I do pause to look at you,
directly, face to face, all I can think is
how astonishing it is to live in this world
alongside your grace. Every day.
And walk past without so much as a nod.