Two Complete Strangers
On the small encounters that have no follow-up — and the strange, brief proof that the world is connected anyway.
The shortest connections are sometimes the most clarifying. The whole shape of being alive in a single shared glance.
Sometimes on a busy street
A hurried rush on a rainy day
Or even on an empty beach
There is a small moment in time
Where two complete strangers
Share a glance
Maybe even a smile
Suddenly we’re connected
We go our separate ways
But even so, there was a feeling
A powerful act of God
Intertwining our messy lives
There’s beauty in all directions
And just like everything in life
We must remind ourselves
It’s temporary
A glance with a stranger isn’t nothing. It’s a small piece of evidence that the wall between you and the rest of the species isn’t as high as the day-to-day makes it feel. It’s temporary — but so is everything else worth having.
— JTC