In My World

Who are the people in my neighborhood, the people I may not see each day, but who are an integral part of my life?

My mind sorts them out with little tags that mean so little. I can describe them to you and yet if you passed them on the street you might never know it.

The color of their eyes, the shape of their bodies, those are things eyes see, but really have so little to do with the person I remember.

Depending on when I look, how they pop up in my heart's eye, that glancing moment changes them!

Shape shifters, who are the infants I once carried, smiling rescuers who appeared at my door bearing much needed gifts, siblings who fought with me for my mother's attention, their age and size changes with every thought.

They come in a million colors. Blue and clear like the sky, red and passionate like the rose, bright, murky, shiny, dull.

Some never fail to fill my world with light. A few fill it with terror. And neither need be present to be noticed.

It is a nod to eternity that even after they step through the veil they are still present.

This human connection is a strange and wondrous one, fine and intricate like a spider's web, it binds us together forever.