Eyes

by Alessandro Spinazzi

Early morning
walking the dog
rain it’s giving us a break
for once
a car stops
“where’s the medical center?”
an old woman
just like my mum
seeing herself
as a Lady
i stop moaning
about myself
and explain, carefully
how to get there
adding any possible details
to be sure she’ll find it
to be
helpful
and feeling good
of my own
being kind
in her eyes
surprise
for something
unexpected
and a wonderful
smile
before leaving

my being helpful
her being grateful
both of us
humans
for a little while

before the rain falls
again.