There on a quiet walk along the seashore
Where among gardens so carefully tended
White fences separating properties
Lure us to ponder the status of wealth
Then in a moment of shining glory
The inhabitants reach out and call us
Persuading us to admire not their surroundings
But they themselves in their true brilliance

Reminding that each of us for a moment

Were no longer contained or separated at all
But free to explore the beauty of each other
In perfect harmony and without fear

Photo and verse
Charlie Riverman Bergeron