Ode

To the people on my morning walk…
The mom walking her pre-teen daughter to school, chatting along the way,
To the dad with the baby on the verge of toddlerhood,
To the man who stands in his garage looking out over the domain of his front lawn, smoking a morning cigarette,
To the mom in the puffer vest hustling her boys into the backseat of her car,
To the lady with the little girl who talks with a lisp and leaves the house with the for sale (now sold) sign in front.
You make my day, as I walk by, as we just barely witness one another, reassuring each other in the thrum of daily life.