Dormant
There are moments I witness which trigger echoes within me.
Stories of kindness, acts of caring, evidence of hearts open,
they touch something deep within me, remind me of when
I wasn't deaf to vibrant chorus of love.
An old lady welcomes a neighbor into her home,
talks long and unabashed about the world and her past,
insists on a hug and a kiss goodbye before they leave,
and I think "She knows what it is to be human".