Today I sat beside a poet
- Roger Murphy
- Feb 21
- 1 min read
Today I sat beside a poet,
But he didn’t know. What thoughts crossed
His mind, what elevated cognition
Transfigured him while I worked my way
Through a slice of chocolate cake?
And what crossed my mind as I chewed
And absently pulled up the slack on my leggings?
With small books weighing down my blazer pockets
And crumbs cleverly evading the white plate
I decided to move off and hoisted on my backpack.
Took in the new exhibits in the hallway.
Went home. The same journey as ever.
When he reads this will the poet remember?
When I do, will I?
