I stood this morning on the Zuivelbrug, a bridge over the Leie River.  The rain fell softly.  I saw my friend Glenn through the vertical windows of the Soup Lounge.  We often banter back and forth, and sometimes he offers me wisdom.  I gladly receive it.

He lifted his arms and then lowered them with a fluttering of his fingers.  Rain!  Meaning from a distance.

And then …

I looked over to Glenn and raised my arms with the same vibrating fingers.  Next the arms straight out to the sides, fingers still alive.  Then in to my heart.  Now way up in a V shape, yearning for the universe.  And finally a deep bow to my companion behind the glass.  Glenn smiled.

So did Yannick, my postman.  He was crossing the bridge as I was flourishing.

Perhaps I’m strange … with a touch of loveliness