In Passing

Originally posted 3/30/2013.  Original title, “The Blue Whale.”

something passes
through the air behind me
I turn and see only

conventional people and
everyday happenings
but I know something

I have missed for years
has just brushed me
and now I want to weep

but only with someone else
who felt it as well
I cannot weep alone

because one man
weeping alone
is no way to offer praise

to such things
that exist unseen 
but are deeply known