212 ~ Passerby Poem by stan pelfrey

Momument-
standing high above,
weathering all times
and extremities
-so harsh a climate.

What brought me here?
beauty of artful inspiration,
magnitude of standing before
the presence of greatness,
so I may feel complete?

Thankful for not living
in this proximity, passing
you everyday on my way
to work or some other
triviality, diminishing me
to overlook your beauty,
your cracks, your art, your
imperfections, so perfect
-your truth.