I’ve always seen you as a busy city but over looked
the smiles that you gave me.
The woman who made my coffee,
The man who answered my question,
made me think of a poem,
“live up north once but move before it makes you too soft.”
As I walked your crowded streets
a man that had nothing to call his own
made eye contact with me and said
Maybe he was crazy
or maybe just bold enough
to say what he was thinking.
Either way he made me smile.
Now as I sit waiting for my ferry I think about how I miss judged a place I thought I knew.
I didn’t think a large city like you
Would care for a stranger like me.
But I guess that’s why so people still
migrate to your green parks and call it home.
The last time I visited,
I thought I made new friend but instead lost one.
Two years later, My life is completely different.
What was safe and predictable is now
alive and fully aware of life’s greatest adventure:
Thank you San Francisco for reminding me the beauty of kindness.