The kindness of strangers always surprises me,
and I write that as one who has hitched lifts,
for being unable to drive, for nearly sixty years.
As a passenger of a system that I could never
be a host in, I have always been grateful for the invites
I have received, even the double minded ones.
It was only after my need to hitch was much reduced
that hindsight showed me how much with the lifts
in which I was temporarily treated as an equal, a guest,
I was esteemed more, and my host got me further,
than how my family saw me or hoped I would become.
Nowadays I have the gratitude to trust who I am
when I am stationary, and when I am able to travel.
Meanwhile I shall wonder what collective noun
should be coined describe a group of outsiders?
No comments:
Post a Comment