The air sang
and a wind came

like an involuntary exhale,
kindness wrapped its hands
around people
as they walked

slept, argued, and waged war
and for a brief moment—

a stillness took hold—
a pause, softening the

sharp edges, like snow
on the tips of jagged-edged fences

light caressed stones,
released one tense brow

like a flash in the night
a “no” turned into “yes”

a scowl turned into a smile,
silenced a baby’s cry,

softened a homeless man’s

the grumpy lady
dug into her pocket

and gave change
while a man lit a cigarette

and saw the blue center
of his light

and the heart that holds all
pounded one beat slower.

— Abraham Menashe
A Body of Love & Light, © 2017