Maybe it's a beginning.

I wonder. About what's on that stranger’s mind. The one seated alone. I’m curious. So I approach.  And start a chat.  I’ve done it before. And I’ll do it again. My goal. My way. Discovering something significant.  About the stranger. That I may never see again. But then, who can tell?  Maybe it’s a beginning. Of more to come. The blossoming of a friendship. Out of the blue. --Jim Broede