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
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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