As I sat in Izy Coffee, I watched people on the street.  Many of them turned this way.  Finally I realized that there was someone or something that they were looking at.  There’s a sheet of paper taped to the window, and behind that a pillar.  Behind that was … ?

There’s even a family gathering to have a photo taken next to …  I pondered.  What could draw such focus? 

So I imagined.  Was it Beyoncé?

Don’t we put famous people on a pedestal, seeing them as some type of God without ever having met them?  What strange behaviour, Mr. Kerr.

Or perhaps Michelangelo’s statue of David resides outside of Izy.

The human form coming into glorious being through the hands of the sculptor.  What could be more divine?  Millions have come to the Accademia Gallery in Florence, Italy to witness “what one man can do”.  Perhaps ten people on Gent’s Langemunt are doing the same.

How about a world where it could be any of us eight billion folks standing behind that pillar?  Someone ordinary, maybe down on their luck, sagging under the weight of the world.

It could be someone like the fellow that Gordon Lightfoot sang of in “Home From The Forest”.

His tears fell on the sidewalk
As he stumbled in the street
A dozen faces stopped to stare
But no one stopped to speak
For his castle was a hallway
And the bottle was his friend
And the old man stumbled in
From the forest

***

May we have the eyes to see

***

P.S.  Behind the pillar was a puppeteer pulling the strings for a young violinist