Every Day's Strangeness

 
A strangeness resides
in all the day’s hours
every day it dances
in the periphery of our eyes

a stranger’s sunny smile
a brief glance
a world of something
unfolds reaching out

there are connections
in fingers touching
giving or taking the change
from a serial killer or a saint

the raindrops that fall on dark streets
the lonely man under the umbrella
may think of a warm hearth
or perhaps an impending death

there are strangeness
in everyday places
the bark of a dog
about to be hit by a bus

the strangeness we see,
In each new day's dawn
Is an opportunity to celebrate
life's peculiar display