Buzzing after a show, the throng
meandered through the falling snow
and met with the happiest strangers,
and as they parted revealed to me
Some gripped red roses
Some gripped signs:
— Free hugs! —
What? Was a hug currency?
What good would that do anybody?
Pshaw! Offer free money —
then we can hold talks, or bring
frame to frame.
So I said: Eyes focus north. Legs scissor away,
and I smiled as I carved out a squiggly way;
But in unison, and on sight,
one pair communicated:
I was familia.
The man held out his arms and
like a candle, as he approached
his eyes glowed and became soft,
in a charming face made more charming still.
On this major thoroughfare we stood
He in my path as he smiled
his lasting, broad and beautiful smile,
head leaning to the side, saying,
Why not be and spread you arms
free as the wind? Other huggers did,
so that few lost friends were unbound;
But each at least got away with a smile
and I attest: that smile was not weak.
A backward glance and colour-coded huggers
where still getting in and out of arms,
in a spicy February minute.
Valentines’ Day now makes me wonder
what cold does to the mind, and if
365 days can be made in one without fear.