Staircase Recognition

Someone greeted me at the stoplight last night. I scanned the traffic for the source of voice. I walked past the idling vehicle, did not look closely, spoke the pleasantry 'drop by.' Twilight does funny things with faces. Her hair so different from an earlier time. I let myself forget a fawn that once had once taken alarm. I had dropped my book off at her workplace, on an awkward whim, but only as fuel for walking. Maybe. I was simply eager to share my words; no intentions were intended. Last night the demons of an evening walk engulfed me. Intestines were being churned by my time of life. I'm learning to look normal, yet swim in ANOMIE. Whatever else, she blurted out a halloo to someone haggard. Whatever else, the face was soulful, its substance worth engaging. I could kick myself for shying away from someone who had called herself disturbed. Let me live in the thick of a moment, where recognition gives the best medicine it can. A fawn, not a tigress! A wonder-beast had gotten caught in a trap, twisting to preserve herself. May compassion show itself by reaching out in time. If there were ever anything images could do, let them work for me now!