Today

Today,

after my first class.. 

I heard two girls chattering in French while I was in the bathroom stall. They were admiring their bodies in the mirrors and 

They sounded like two little giggly mice. I wondered what they were saying to each other.. and what their lives were like.

I walked through the union, 

I saw a woman in a mobilized wheelchair with cerebral palsy. She was so so small, like a young child, and frail and brittle.

 Vulnerable, like a new born baby

and blameless just the same.

Her frame was a mangled mess. 

She gazed out, from her own mind and out into the walk way.

She was unfocused and sorrowful to an extent. 

I could tell that she was waiting for someone, or something.. 

I suffered for her in that moment. 

She'll never know what it's like to walk on cold grass.. I thought, sadly. 

I wanted to know what she was thinking about at that moment so, instead,

 I said a prayer for her.

I went and sat on a bench in the park, and quietly watched people around me. 

Eating sandwiches, talking with friends, and laughing.

I wondered about their lives and their thoughts.

We are all so tiny, like a speck.

I wondered if they thought about that at all. 

Small spiders kept finding their way to me on that bench. 

I try to pick them off softly, as to not harm their small bodies.  

They were spinning down from my hair, onto my white tshirt.

I found that I squished on while removing it, on accident. 

It's blood streaked across my fingers and it's legs were just dashes of black lines.

Specks.

As we all are.

I am sorry, small spider. 

It was soft and frail, just as the woman with a mangled frame I had seen. 

I looked down at the bench on which I was sitting. 

Carved into the seat next to me read, "Today is the day of salvation". 

Today, it said.

Not, tomorrow. 

Today is the day.