I met a lovely soul today.
Leave it to ego to get in my way.
My eyes met hers across the aisle.
My ego allowed my mouth to smile.
It wasn’t a smile of charm and grace,
More like a bee had stung my face.
She kindly, mercifully smiled back,
Which induced, in me, a panic attack.
My breath stuck in tightened chest,
My heart pounding through my breast,
I cleared my throat as if to talk,
And ego spit out a grotesque squawk,
A sound not fit for man nor beast,
But I didn’t spew my lunch at least.
And then, the miracle occurred.
The sweetest sound I ever heard.
This compassionate person, sensing my pain
Opened her throat and, with no restrain,
Let out a horrible squawk of her own,
Which calmed my spirit, flesh and bone.
I smiled again. This time with ease.
Leave it to me, ego, if you please.