As I parked the car on East 12th street <br />a mouse appeared on the outside <br />of the windshield <br />a baby, anyway so small <br />from where <br />can’t imagine <br />not brown not white <br />sky grey <br />but eyes dark <br />met mine <br />but I didn’t know <br />what to do <br />looked at the people <br />walking along <br />suddenly <br />I felt like a holy man <br />intimate <br />with the mystery <br />of creation.<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/overcome-with-awe/