I see the older women walking
Impervious to their surroundings
As other people bustle past about their own affairs.
Smiling, contained in their own atmosphere.
And when they bend
And lean in
Their eyes wide, expressing pure joy with every feature
They are illuminated, transfigured
By their communion with the tiny baby in the buggy they are pushing on.
11 July 2013
Riverview Songs 