The Sound of Words
I saw a kindly smile today. Two unknown eyes met mine. I did not know their owner, nor their owner me. But a wrinkle at each eye's edge, puckered lips and rounded cheeks meant we smiled and passed by, a fleeting touch of shared souls among the countless who are one-alone, but then are not. Narrow hall, a pause, a tilted head and gentle wave of hand, please pass by. Dark night and light-flashed face, never seen before, but not a stranger. Smiled remembrance -- always known. Familiar touch -- among the unmet. Not one -- one of many. I saw a kindly smile today, smiled back, and was happy.
Shane Cave was born in New Zealand in 1954 and gained a BA in history and political science from the University of Canterbury. He has worked in New Zealand, the UK, and Kenya as a journalist. Since 2002 he has worked as an anti-corruption consultant in East Africa, the Pacific, Bhutan, South-East Asia and the Caribbean. From 2008 to 2012 he lived and worked in Timor Leste. He is married with three adult children.