smile
I smile at strangers
to send a friendly message
passing each other.
It doesn’t hurt anyone, and I am not stopping people walking by.
I’m just bucking the trend of walking face-planted into devices.
I see you coming, and you see me too. I’m not looking down.
Maybe that’s why our eyes meet.
When you are living in the present, there is not much time to tweet or retweet,
post or repost, or drop out of now just to prove you were there too, in the recent past.
It is gone now and instead of a snap, or tap, or click,
the memory of the moment past leaves only a flavor.
A taste of salty or sweet, or cold air or warm kisses
that cling momentarily to our lips.
And now the taste is gone.
No less real for not being shared world-widely.
I remember how intrigued I was when I first discovered the “Haiku for Hopefuls” Missed Connections series. Over the years, several iterations occurred (Hearts, Hapless) and while I don’t think they were all written by the same person, I could be wrong (and either way, it doesn’t really matter).
