While standing, drinking martini, at the bar,
girl walks in.
Obviously anxious —
tense muscles, intense spirit —
looking all-around constantly,
particularly toward the door.
5, 10, 15 minutes pass.
A wheelchair rolls in the door.
People part to let a girl roll-in
while ‘darting eyes’ charges toward her.
The rush to help is sincere, unneeded, yet appreciated.
‘Darting eyes’ morphs into calm, quiet joy.
The concerned anxiety is transformed
into unflustered enthusiasm.
A glow of friendship blatantly permeates the bar chatter.
It happened. May it happen for you.
-Poem People Project mails an original poem to a random address weekly.
This one mailed to Colorado-