Jerry E. Smith




            Your face

            Seen across the room,

            Struck something

            So deep--

            Like a memory

            Like an ancient friend.

            Your eyes flash

            With life

            Speaking of an intensity

            Of beingness . . .

            Your smile,

            My ancient friend,

            Cuts through

            The chaos and confusion

            Of this work-a-day scene--

            Lighthouse beam

            Of joyous awareness--

            Above the roar of plates,


            And idle talk.

            I don't know you now,

            How well did I know you then?


            My ancient friend.


                                          Nov 77