when i sat down to write
i saw her, sitting alone with her laptop
she was so serious, almost emotionless
the intensity was intimidating
perhaps she was revising the draft
of her phd thesis on a quantum theory of transtime,
or her speech to the united nations
whatever she was working on,
it was important, and very private
i looked away and wrote a little
drank my coffee, tapped my pencil,
when i raised my head again
she was no longer alone
i had to hang on to my chair
to keep from being blown
out of the room, the
concussive force of
what i saw there, smiles
and laughter, but not
the heat lamp laughter
of hoping you will like me
this was the solar beam
summertime glowing of
i am so glad to be with you and
i don't care who knows
there may be two happier people,
somewhere in the world,
but i doubt it
if there were, we would have to
keep them in an underground bunker
guarded by stone faced sharpshooters
a two meter thick steel door
between us and them
lest we get caught
even for an instant
in the radiant energy
of their breakfast patter
and forget forever
how to fear