Sight

*old poem I found in my (cough cough) Lisa Frank notebook

Sight.

I saw a man hit by a car

I saw a church catch on fire

while the pastor spun his yarn

I saw two birds fighting over a branch

the sparrow never had a chance

I saw a pattern in the fog

that reminded me of dead dogs

I saw a dinosaur in kudzu

I saw a turtle in the clouds

and heard it cry outloud

I saw children hugging

and beggars begging

and they saw me staring

I saw a soft kiss

I saw lovers holding hands

nothing flashy, nothing planned

I saw a street sign

I saw a guest list

and the point of it all I missed

I saw the day die

I saw the night begin

it made sense in the end.