A bit ago,I had a job.
The best job ever.
No longer mine.
No matter. Not my time.
The stuff I know, still exists,
and so, on rare occasions,
I am granted an opportunity
To share it. The thrill persists.
Today, was one of those days.
I was welcomed into a home.
To be welcomed into a home
Is a special thing.
To share a meal,
more so. It's how I feel.
I drank in the surrounds
With a thirst I did not know
Before I walked in the door,
And ate like it was my last meal
My first meal
My best meal.
To be a stranger, at the door
And carry only some paper, pen
and a calculator,
to converse on the big and small
and so much less, and so much more.
There is magic in the commonplace.
That should not be overlooked.
That, watched closely, cannot be believed.
I had the best job tonight.
I was given.
I was received.
