I met her briefly at the senior center
downstairs in the nonprofit I worked for
a young women, maybe mid twenties
I only exchanged a few pleasant words with her
but I was blown away by her eyes
the brightest eyes I’d ever seen
like eyes I’d expect to see on a sage
she was the sister of the young woman
who ran the senior center
I told her I was amazed by her sister’s
incredibly bright eyes
she said her sister inherited those eyes
from their father who had bright eyes too
it is said, the eyes are the windows of the soul
had I been able to see inside those windows
I wouldn’t have been surprised if this woman
had or was going to have, the higher
consciousness of a sage.

Bob Boyd