I grew up in a small town.
it certainly wasn’t a perfect place
but there was something there that
set it apart from “The City”
a thing called “eye-contact”
I certainly didn’t know
everybody in town
but more often than not
the people I passed were,
if not friends,
at least familiar faces.
If “hellos” were note exchanged,
there was at least a wave or a nod
that acknowledged the other’s presence.
Now I live in “The City”
where the modus operandi is
keep your head down, and
certainly DON’T look a complete stranger
in the eye
And so we walk alone
absorbed in our own thoughts
and ignore the fact that
there are others around us who have
their own hopes, desires, struggles, regrets
So one of these days, when I work up the courage
(and when I have someone behind me
with a hidden video camera)
I’m gonna walk down a busy sidewalk
and with every person that is coming the other way,
I’m gonna raise up my hand and say, “HI FIVE!!”
Then I’m gonna go home,
watch the video,
and laugh myself silly
at the confused looks,
the surprised looks,
…at least a few smiles!
I couldn’t resist writing a second poem for the “City” prompt over at dVerse.