i saw a young man sitting alone
at the table behind us.
he was a tall,
painfully frail man,
bald.
he was basking in the sun
as a lizard finds a spot
on a rock,
i wondered if he too,
was regulating his
temperature.
i imagined he might have been
very ill
for a large portion of his life,
cancer, i presumed,
weaving
my story,
and who knows
if he hadn't had a chance
to see the sun in a long time,
or even wondered
if he ever would again?
yet here he was.
legs stretched in front of him,
his gangly arms wrapped
loosely around
himself.
maybe he was giving himself
a hug
relieved that he
even made it
outside,
weak and frail,
but just strong enough to
sit in the blessed sun
once again.
getting to be normal,
eavesdropping on the bustle of
humanity once again,
he looked as though
he did not want
to leave
that spot
for a
very long
time.
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