odd kid

the odd kid at the bus stop
drops his backpack in the grass,
sorta with defiance,
but not really, not actually.
do you know him?
he gets quite near my space.
odd comments, odd questions.
where is his mother?
I’m on his side,
but I feel awkward
pretending it’s not awkward
(though I try).
me and my kid,
and the odd kid
circles the bus stop awhile longer.
friday (or was it monday?),
we saw him on the corner
as we drove by in our car.
he smiled and waved,
sunny like, funny like,
as if we were his people
and he was ours.
or maybe he didn’t, not actually,
but I saw him that way
that day
he being he, not odd at all,
and me
not awkward.


For God sees not as man sees, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart. – Samuel 16:7b

Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. – Romans 12:2

images: School Boy with Backpack, by Karen Ahuja; magic 4 walls wallpaper anime

3 thoughts on “odd kid

  1. I do know this kid – he was at my bus stop too. I pretended all was just normal when he played catch with himself with a tennis ball, throwing it all the way down the street and then running after it – and when he danced around the rest of us. His name is Timmy. I now see him differently – amazing, Emily.

  2. It is just built in us, isn’t it — the need to belong, the need to be loved. And how often our eyes do not see that need in others. You have preached a good sermon here, Emily!

  3. Pingback: Another Odd Kid – Waymarks & Wanderings

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