an american awakening

out the door and to the left
     voices tug gently at my senses
softly lit and kindly handled
     a lull, harmonious
in the storm, on the square
     of a town I don’t belong in
a curious character stirs my thoughts
     and later, for days
     my body and heart.

out of the snow, left thinking
     about small things:
          big souls, and
what loyalty means in my life.

November 2013