A Moment's Interlude
Poem By Frederick Kesner
where have all the people gone?
you walk past them on the street
and they stare blankly ahead
or are wrapped up in their own world
a bubble that shields them from
the oozing hurt and confusion that
is like a cloudy mist that would not lift.
how the heart hungers for that one:
that though we may remain as before
strangers walking our own way,
after a fleeting hello in the light
of that brilliant sunny morning walk
experience life's longing desire
one moment of intimate connection.