Walk with eyes open, a different look today,
notice the change of heart, perhaps a hesitation,
that normal glance of hello now secondary
to this inherent need shadows fear’s trepidation.
Seems everyday can never be the same as it were,
when yesterday the stroll seemed arbitrary.
Crossing the street occurs always a bit easier
when safety, our very existence isn’t held contrary.
Their eyes were gleaming when later I drove by,
two or three standing together, smiling, innocent,
I watched as they noticed me a stranger whose ‘why’
rather might protect their hearts from hate’s lament.
There is race, simple hate, monstrous terror’s release,
The child’s eye is when love lost, crying, yearns peace
© Thom Amundsen 2015