“Everything you didn’t understand
Made you what you are. Strangers
Whose eye you caught on the street
Studying you. Perhaps they were the all-seeing
Iluminati? They knew what you didn’t
And left you troubled like a strange dream.
Not even the light stayed the same.
Where did all that hard glare come from?
And the scent, as if mythical beings
Were being groomed and fed stalks of hay
On these roofs driving among the evening clouds.
You didn’t understand a thing!
You loved the crowds at the end of the day
That brought you so many mysteries.
There was always someone you were meant to meet
Who for some reason wasn’t waiting.
Or perhaps they were? But not here, friend.
You should have crossed the street
And followed that obviously demented woman
With the long streak of blood-red hair
Which the sky took up like a distant cry.”
“Evening Talk” by Charles Simic
native to the place 
Thank you for sharing that. Simic is one of my most favorite writers, and to be honest I needed that one today especially. Best wishes.
Chris – You’re welcome! I really needed it that day, too. So I’m glad it was helpful to others. Hope you’re well.