Each in their own world,
Bound by invisible threads,
Fighting battles I’ve never known,
Finding joy in the simplest moments.

While an old man pauses on the bridge                                        Gazing down at the river’s quiet flow
A couple strolls, hands entwined,
Their dogs pulling them gently toward the park.

I see it all,
A traveler in their story.
Briefly attuned to their rhythm
My eyes tied to their lives.
As though I live so many lives in one,