stranger face, assures all's well

dear umbrella man...
don't know when/if i'd ever see you again...

stranger face, assures all's well

they walked the same road in opposite directions
there he was, comfortable in his person
and there she went, conscious of her being
he didn't see the frown on her face
caused by dissatisfaction in everything she knew
she saw the lines on his
native to wisdom that showed
in the calmness of his visage

they passed the other and moved on
him, w/ the stride of purpose
her, w/ a thought of what was behind
the eyes needed to see what the mind thought improbable
so she turned to see him walk his lane
the old man w/ an umbrella
on a day that wasn't to rain

sat staring outside her window one day
complicating the world inside her head
her roving eyes stopped at the tree
where stood the old man plucking flowers
slung simply across his shoulders rested the umbrella
unopened , its hold supporting his significant acts
inspite of herself she decided to remain
to see the old man w/ an umbrella
on this other day that wasn't to rain

he saw her walk up from the opposite direction
another entity among the plethora he crossed everyday
his hand clutching the unopened umbrella
he walked with his stride of purpose
oblivious to the smile that formed itself
never to know the silent greeting sent his way
she could stare but explanations would be in vain
about an old man
who carried his umbrella on days that weren't to rain...