There are about 600,00 lives in Portland
All as equally – or more – or less
exciting, intense, vibrant, pulsating
They are passing me on the sidewalk and they are
sitting next to me on the bus
in the cafe
out to dinner
There are about 600,000 lives in Portland and
as I pass each of them on the street
I might never see them again.
I might never talk to them, I might never meet them, I might
never know their name.
I might never know the degree to which
we already knew each other
how well we could have.
Out of all these hundreds of thousands of people I meet just
one or two or three, and I think
I hang on to the things about them that
could be better or worse.
There is not this wonder and awe that I hold for strangers
I think that is awfully sad of myself to let it
slip, escape, stood left to discover, lost of wonder.
All these friends I have who might as well be one of those
600,000 people passing by on the street.