We May Only Know Later

--When you don't need to know the full story--

I am drawn to the internal beauty and pain

Not forgetting the external. Likewise.

We barely know the stories.

Hints and snippets

Tossed casually to the gathering

For digestion or dispersion.

There is so much good there.

So, our imagination takes the good and ….

Throws it right back.

We wonder if that is enough for an hour

To recognize the love she is giving us.

As the evanescent moments become even more fleeting

The memories will slowly become the present.

What we had in that room

Becomes a different replay for each of us.

Different stories.

Different takeaways.

Different smiles.

Led by the tall woman .

Once buried in black in the corner.

Needing to be in front

For all of us to experience.

All the humanness she has.

For the next cast of characters in the room

I only ask that you pay attention.

Don’t look down.

Keep your eyes glued to the woman in the front.

You don’t know what will happen

Until you try and do something you thought—

Impossible.