To Be Captivated

Sometimes, it's cloud formations. At other times, a line of Fall trees. Less often, a rising sun, but Frequently, it's a setting sun. Sometimes, it's simply being awe-struck by green grass; Or being mesmerized by the beaming yellow of a cactus blossom; Or realizing that hospitality is defined by two words that follow a request for directions: "Follow me". Sometimes, it's the thought of a kindness that provokes a tear. Or recalling the first sighting of the Chicago 'skid-row' in 1967. Or the smiling face of a homeless man at my dinner table in San Francisco on Christmas day in 1985. 100622PSCtest, Captivation Poetry Contest. Julia Ward