I sense a stranger
a cloud without a name
half light the other gray
no voice to introduce
the spirit without a smile,
coat, or hat
as it enters my thoughts
like a midnight diner person,
sure footed, a table in sight,
back to the corner
watching for misplaced
stragglers, loners and those
wanting to be found
the stranger nods approval,
recognizing me
in a place familiar
to us
Roger Singer 