Weirder and weirder
we become
as we discover
no one is like
anyone
So that if we were
to look in a mirror
we would see
a benevolent stranger
Who welcomes us
to who we are.
There’s no telling
what would happen next:
Perhaps we would start off
on a hopeful journey
Carrying a lamp
to find others
Who are also strangers
to themselves,
Or, we might lay back
in the grass,
as I do now, and dream
of a world where
we love those better
whom in truth we have
loved before but now
we are more alive
to who they
may yet become,
A world - Think of it! - crowded
with beautiful strangers,
at play in the flowering
sunshine of possibility,
each of whom is
beautiful and each
is beautiful to all.