when we are lost
when we are lost
the smile still comes
quiet now
with tea
the vendor in colorful
rap
and night black hair
sitting resting
looks over
a smile is contagious from 25 feet
taking giant steps toward
understanding
statues helping along the way
trusting more and more
the possibilities
conscious only to these moments strung together
yet the past is also a
savior
remembering the sound
of a particular laugh
infectious how it bursts out
beauty is that which exists
content with itself
which doesn't try to convince or to preach
which is as the vast desert is
as the ocean is
exhisting only to be
perhaps this is why the
memory of children is so beloved
when we are lost
perhaps what is forgotten
is that things change
for the better also