I saw her on the threshold.
No one spoke to her but I.
Saw a thin veil, clouded eyes.
When I spoke, face smiled,
I knew right.
Camaraderie, the crew did not look her way.
I am twelve again, missing the bus,
causing a fuss, I knew what it was.
Now I am older, wiser or not.
I see that solitary girl’s scared eyes.
We ushered a world filled with surprise.
Perhaps had I not, they would have ignored,
each face in the crowd, Asian or coloured.
The woman alone on the threshold