A glimpse

Squinting into the sunrise,
the sudden river of gold that explodes
through the bus’s windshield,

I see dust lit like glitter,

and the glow of your blessing
rest momentarily
on unaware heads.

On reflection

Anger rises
at the scratched graffiti
on the mirror in the
train station toilet

And then I realise,
it’s just another person’s
unconscious cry
to be known

and loved