Today I sat beside a poet

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?