Along the dark wet avenue,
plying your way with other pilgrims,
your radio on morning news,
I reach out to you from this window,
the small rectangle you won’t notice
as you pass a thousand others
in brick and wood.
Through thin glass I see you,
know a portion of your travail,
even your joy. I wish you life
my unknown friend.
May your headlights guide you
to something like the place
we once called home.



The Mummers by Rima Staines


10 Responses to “Headlights”

  1. I love this different setting and perspective, Don! Especially, I love the current of blessing that flows out through it. It’s so nourishing.

  2. Bridget Balsamo says:

    Exquisitely beautiful.

  3. Bill Dare says:

    Thanks for your Guiding Light Don.

  4. Maria Frid Jimenez says:

    An exceptionally touching poem, Don.

  5. T Johansson says:

    OH YES, you’ve captured “IT” brilliantly here… the mindless flurry of our pretended existence. We all need to slow down and really LIVE! Thanks for the poignant reminder, Don…

  6. Tom Figel says:

    Don, I like the poem as poem and appreciate the kindness you express in it.

  7. Cher Pizzi says:

    Don, I appreciate the contemporary and original imagery in this poem. At the same time it is universal and healing. How beautiful!

  8. Pichay says:

    Ask not for whom my light shines, it shines for thee.

  9. David Barnes says:

    Poems like this, and the secret actions they represent, can change the course of a life, and no one knows, except the One who knows. How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is given. Thank you Don. db

  10. Tom Wilson says:

    Very sweet and loving.

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