Implicit Messages at 30,000 ft.

A Poem

Today I reached out my hand and told myself it was for you
A kindness for your comfort - the only thing I had to give in the moment 

You a stranger in need
Me, a stranger INDEED

Today I reached out my hand and told myself it was for you,
Anxious and scared and alone

I held yours tight like I’d known you all my life

Who does that? What NERVE.

I spent the rest of the flight 
Wondering, searching then remembering

“This is who you really are, before they told you who to be”.

Today I reached out my hand and told myself it was for you.
I’d never have guessed it was just as much for me, too.