Caring
I was sitting in a Starbucks this morning
Across from an interracial couple
Waiting in line for their morning brew
She was animated
Explaining something of merit
He had a nametag on-
Hello I'm Blake
As she went on
He just rubbed her back
Affectionately
But also with a purpose
To show he cared
That he was listening
As they moved around
To pick up their morning elixirs
It struck me
The openness of their relationship
Their caring
And not caring, in the lily-white enclave of which I was sitting
It made me think about whose back I would rub,
Who would care
Or share
An intimate moment
And time-
For all to see
And to be
With just one.
Caring, sharing, listening and living-
Happily ever after