These moments

Unlooked for,
and not always remembered
these moments find me.
Soothe and intrigue me.
And when they do
I feel I have been offered something profound
like I am close, so close,
to understanding everything.

A blind man, stick in hand asks
is this the front of the building
I want take a photo
then guided by a stranger, he steps back.

Another says,
it's like that feeling you have in a car sometimes
when you think you're going backwards
but then you realise
it's everybody else going forwards.

And then this week
while the sun was warming my face outside
a drunk man, leaning on his friend,
moving slowly past
says that we are beautiful
you charmer is friend reproofs
no, he says, they just are beautiful
and he stops to take us in, smiling
and drunk as this man is
I feel when someone calls me beautiful
I could almost be an angel
as if the very rhythm of the word has
moved through my body
and breathed sweet summer air through my soul
what quiet bliss. Beautiful.