The Crystal Wisdom of Innocence

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“Look what I have!” She showed me the small orange ball. “Can you open it?”

I ‘opened it’. She stood on the steps of the school porch and I sat next to her, so our faces were on a level. She ate sticky, citrus-scented sections and we talked about the things we could see.

“Do you want this?” She held out half of her orange.

I did want it. I like oranges and it smelled delightful. But I hesitated.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

She was sure. She gave it to me, and together we ate our halves.

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Later, when I was gathering my things, she asked me what did I have? Oh, I had a half-empty bag of crackers. I showed it to her.

“Can I have it?” she asked.

I paused. But really, why not? I was going home and I wouldn’t starve without these few crackers.

She accepted them easily and she was munching on them when I left a few minutes later.

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A little thing, these exchanges. Small amounts of food, gone in minutes; probably forgotten by her almost as soon. But she left me fascinated, this black-eyed angel-child who gave and took with equal freedom. Why is it so hard for me to do the same?

How Came You Here?

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But why are you here?

Glowing in the town-lit darkness

far from your green-growing sisters.

Were you

a grubby, child-fisted gift?

But who would drop that?

Perhaps you were

a token of unwanted love

cast away.

Or maybe

one among many

discarded for your imperfections.

Or maybe

a young girl plucked you

held you

petals brushed against her cheek

yellow fastened in her hair

til distraction tossed you aside.

I don’t know

why you were left

in a Starbucks parking lot.

But for me

you are unexpected

and bruised

and beautiful.