Sonder— the sudden knowing
that every stranger – is living, has lived a vast life
I heard of someone suddenly passing away,
Someone I did not know- I did not even know of
And yet…I felt it,
It was there in my sudden escaped breath.
A slight wondering , trying to conjure his face
Was he young, older? sharp nose, maybe – dark eyes?
Why? I don’t have an answer.
There was a felt sense of a little more space, that is now unoccupied
And yet, their story, his story will continue to give its hue to the fabric
It was woven in.
And – Who is to say,
The air that eventually carried what was left of him,
did not become someone else’s’ breath?
If the people who took it in continue to live
Does he? Will he?
Will the ship of Theseus keep sailing
Forever?
Where do we end, really? – And where do we being?
Or do we ?
I wonder as I sonder.
~ Rhea
