Familiar Strangers

Room crossed to outstretched hand
How are you, said in that way
That knows me, my soul, my innards
But you, unknown.

Conversation dives deep, quick
Entranced, enchanted by proximities
No foreign language, gestures
This is the common in communion.

Familiar strangers who ignore passersby
No excuses, just hands held tightly
Words said without need, expression
Somethings fit together, pieces reunited.

Published by Adam

For almost two decades, Adam F. C. Fletcher has led international outreach focused on engaging people successfully. Working with thousands of youth-serving nonprofits, K-12 schools, government agencies, international NGOs and other organizations around the world, his work spans the fields of education, public health, economic development and social services, and includes professional development, public speaking, publishing, social media and more. He founded the Freechild Institute for Youth Engagement, SoundOut and CommonAction, as well as writing more than 50 publications and 500 articles. He has also established 150-plus community empowerment projects.

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