I wanted to write something a little more upbeat after this week’s poem. I’m still ruminating on this one, but I plan to read some iteration of it at next week’s Poetry Club.
We’re so busy, we’re just passing by.
But we spare a moment to look each other in the eye.
It’s a connection, a bright spark.
Two chemicals reacting to leave their mark.
It’s that brief moment that lifts the day a while,
That cheerfully fleeting friendly smile.