While navigating busy thoroughfares,
It’s always a fortuitous surprise,
When someone notices that you are there
And has the confidence to meet your eyes

As if to say, “I see you are like me,
A person who is patently aware
That people hide within humanity,
But can be found by those who look with care.”

Such people scatter bones along the way,
Upon injustices or penury.
By doing what they can to help today,
They alter our collective memory.

The choice to see with altruistic blindness,
Depends upon that armature of kindness.