Out of the Box
One of thousands
and at first sight,
no different than a rising sun,
or that of a tear slipping, sliding,
quietly exploding to the earth,
heard, felt only by one.
How were either of us to know
we would see many sun’s brighten our days,
that our tears felt, shared,
would be privately held in quiet strength.
We have run the road of life,
not away from our past,
but toward a future awaiting us.
Like a single star shining in the night,
the one which catches the eye,
one of thousands,