The familiarity of community
seeing people you know in
the grocery story, the bank
or whatever shopping venue
in your small town.
But the familiarity of faces is
nothing more than face recognition
software in your head.
True recognition needs something
else; some fondness, sameness,
planetary understanding of it and
its surrounding atmospheres.
It's the quiet, lack of words,
feeling akin in the eyes, like lasers
pointed at each other, self-guided,
knowing one another across the marble
floor, echoes of clacking shoes
and running children towards the
food court. It's the run-ins you never
run from. It's the people, like yourself,
making sense of the world.
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