The feeling has not been lost yet. It happens less but when it does, it reminds me of a past that never really became a past and thus now and then leaks into the present. This time I was walking to the bank to pay a bill and send a package at the post office.

At the light

by: Tata Nanje

I walked briskly to catch the light,
many stood there to obey the order of life,
young and old shivering to the cold;
Winter is harsh but not nearly so-

not nearly as the stare, the long glare
from an old lady
who took several steps away from me,
who shifted swiftly even with her old bones,
making a sound resembling a moan-

like she had never seen any like me,
she gasped for air, but air at all not scarce-
she is beautiful in her fear
I wonder what went through her mind!