The Smile

I shot a smile into the air
It came to earth I know not where,
Perhaps on someone else's face
In some forgotten quiet place.

Perhaps somewhere a sleeping child
Has had a happy dream and smiled
Or some old soul about to die
Has smiled and made a little sigh;

Has sighed a simple, final prayer
Which lifts up gently in the air
And flows into the world, so wild
Perhaps to wake the sleeping child.

-a collected poem found outside a lecturer's door, while taking a break during evening class...was it by leunig (?)... still, a brief respite from the intellectual drone. Pictures taken during Mongolian expedition, June 2005.