it would not take much

to pop our bubble

just some food we have never tasted

some melodies of hundred year old folk tunes we have never heard

some scents that have never met our noses

some friendly smiles of people that don't look like us

or act like us

hands of old wise  that touch your rough fingertips

the fingertips that text and tweet and post

greeeting the fingertips that have worked themselves to blood

what an unlikely friend

simple pleasures are encountered with grace in your heart

and peace in your mind

it would not take an unexplainable force

to pop our bubble of safety

just a plane ticket