Buffet for the Heart

I walk into the cafeteria, the smell so unfamiliar

Not the bacon and coffee smells of Oz

The chatter around the room all languages

Now blending in my head

I select smoked bacon and the best

French toast I have ever had

My view is blocked for a moment

An elderly Asian gentleman

In his gray/blue safari suit

I assume he has gone to select his food

From our well laid out buffet

But a moment later I catch a view

Through the greenery just outside

In a courtyard used for walking

As Tai Chi he performs for me

A very private moment

Him and I alone are sharing

As the rest of the room with lowered heads

Busy, talking, eat or read

Thank you to a this special gentleman

Who gave my soul its morning lift.

                                                            copyright Kerry Bowden 2003


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