too much comfort 

Older Indian cat
Across from my row of seats in JFK
Airport,
Crawled up in the seat in upright Indian Style,
No shoes,
No socks,
The silent .. serene strength of his persona .. 

Though, 
He pulled together on of the most decent acts
Of humanity I
Have seen today .. 

A small black boy nearby
Going back
And around,
Giving the Indian a good look .. 

As the boy did
More looking and moving
In a clairvoyant burst of youth,
The Indian man waved,
Put his hand 
Out to see the boy .. 

They shook hands
As the world of airport feet, 
Moving eyes
And 
Grumbling mouths moved
More
More .. 

Yet his handshake
Did the whole smack of wax to make this 2 rows
Of seats
Brighter than the gods .. 

Yes,
Just a hint of unplanned beauty within
A
Mounting heap of humans
Trudging through 
Through crime
&
bickering over too many
comforts.