Old lady, I saw you

"God-in-love,..."

Old lady, I saw you in the crowd funneling onto the 32 bus. I've seen you before but not lately since I've taken to driving rather than endure the Last Bus/Take My Baby kind of urgency that infects those who are afraid that they'll have to wait for the next, much later, ride home. You're on a cane now, not able to hold the stack of books that I used to see you carry each night. For your husband, I think I remember you said to me, but I wasn't someone you wanted to talk to. I felt slighted but now the tinge is only enough to get me to  pay attention to you, friable as a dried flower, among the bustle of the young and middle-aged. I'm after you. I'd like to hear what you're reading. I wonder if you are now as your husband was then. Doughty then and now. See you later.

"Let the consummation..."

Roll of the die: 3, exploration and watch out for some energy expended. You are someone struggling, striving, stressed, teetering--all too much. Can my exploration include wondering and meditating? What can I actively do?

"Yes!..."