Make room for each other,
gently jostle one another,
good-naturedly excusing ourselves.
Why do we bang into each other so roughly?
Slam together with a force
that knocks some off their feet.
Some people barrel into us intentionally,
linebackers on Super Bowl Sunday.
Others accidentally tumble us off balance,
stumble over some unmet need,
overwhelming temptation, hidden desire–
some abject pain or discouragement.
There are those who stop to help us up,
apologize, straighten our coat on our shoulders,
dust us off, linger . . .
Some mumble excuses and run on,
others simply step quickly over
never acknowledge their blunder, never look back.
Yet they leave traces of themselves,
forensic evidence that undeniably proves
they were there, suspects at the scene.
The memories collect, leave scars,
barbs of blunders that snagged us.
We all like jagged roses make for prickly friends.
A few stick around to help bandage wounds
healing, loving, forgiving
salving the world.