Didn't catch the nameWell, not true
Caught ... and released
Alas who was that unmasked
Soul
Who thinks I know
At least the name?
That name is the key
To being recognized
Not just Bub or Miss or worse
But then it hit me
Some of us hear at different speeds
And so Go slow
Is not too hard to ask
Not an admission of guilt
Not a handicap
Most, maybe some hear
At different brain speeds
Their listening is enhanced
Not just by concentration
Though concentration matters
Yet some who hardly seem present
Remember every word and gesture
We all run at different speeds
We are not carbon copies
We adjust as best we can
To intertwine our lives with others
And that is a great portion
Of our human journey
Just as we adjust our hearts
To the wind and the smells
And yes the creepy crawlies
As we leave our cages
And reconnect with Home
The Earth that brings us food
And air and water and joy,
And so (rather than be rude)
We admit
We consider each person we meet
Worthy
We want to write their names
In our Book of Life
And pray ours in theirs
As if we were in a scavenger hunt
To find as many others
And so we stop and say
Hey
I want to know enough
To always remember you
In that shared adventure
That uniquely curated scene
In our long-play lives
So that when we meet again
Our joys will hold our hearts
And we can live in peace.
Did I catch your name?
Wanna?
