Serendipity Poem by Jackie Allen

Today I took a little time, and hesitating not
I listened to my postman, a man from Minnesota,
a substitute for my regular one...He delivered my mail 
and a package, one I’d long waited for.  Lingering, he
started to interact with me, to make conversation.

I listened intently, and what he said shattered
any private or personal stereotypes I may have had.
In his life outside of work he drives, he owns,  
a new Porsche Cayenne S,  metallic black 
with fancy racing stripes of azure blue.

I learned that his family likes cars, owns cars,
Indeed, with names like BMW, Mercedes and one
like my pre-owned car parked in the driveway.
Their cars are newer yet we met in the moment 
despite the difference in age, color, and ethnicity 

The breath of his youthful smile ignited my own.
With the magnetism of his contagious charisma,
I was enlightened.  Electrified by so little effort,
 I'm wondering if we shouldn’t search and rescue
those skills languishing from pride of disuse.

Something wonderful could then happen...
We might forget our own troubles, and in that
briefest of moments find that  differences need not
be any obstacle to discovering the beauty, the gift,
the blessing of trading in our worn out attitudes.