We Don't Recognize the Precious

I see you, and humanity compels 

Me to ask "How are you doing today?"

You respond "Thank you, I am doing well," 

We shake hands as we pass then walk away. 

Several days a week our kids practice 

Giving us an hour to talk together;

As we talk the precious minutes pass us,

Our topics as mundane as the weather.

Our souls yearn for meaningful connection 

In a world where men are largely aloof;

Yet in these lucky moments for union

Talking of weather is the best we do.

The chance to connect we often can miss

Because we don't recognize what's precious.

March 2015