If something were to come my way
I’d never seen before,
With face and eyes and nose – or none
Two legs, or three or four

I wouldn’t try and shy away
From all that’s not like me,
Instead, I’d hold a hand outstretched
Despite no guarantee

I’d speak in gentle, soothing tones
To help put fear to rest,
And smile wide with lips and eyes
In hopes I’d pass the test

From outer space or heaven’s gate
Or just a foreign land,
I’d err to favor kindness
The type that’s offered friends

And if I someday find myself
On space ship, wing, or plane,
I pray to come across a being
Who’d treat me just the same

It matters not at all, you see
Which side you’re standing on,
For when we’re sharing common soil
It’s where our hearts belong

~ Leana Delle
Sunday, December 15, 2019
2019 Sunday Poetry Challenge – Number forty-nine of fifty-two
Photo Credit: Gilbert Beltran