“A poem can come out of something seen, something overheard, listening to music, an article in a newspaper, a book, a combination of all these… There’s a kind of emotional release that I then find in the act of writing the poem. It’s not, ‘I’m now going to sit down and write a poem about this.” ~ Adrienne Rich
Seeing you last night felt like a scene from a movie. I only caught a glimpse of you as you walked past me among the throngs of holiday shoppers, tourists, and locals enjoying the festivities. There was no eye contact. I wasn’t sure if it was you; the hat covering your head making it even more difficult to know. I turned around and followed you with my eyes as you past by me. I thought, I will call his name, and if it wasn’t you, then you would keep walking. All of that happened in a split second, though it felt as if it were in slow motion. With hesitation and not loud, I called your name. You stopped, you turned around, you removed your hat, and you walked back toward me. A warm embrace, a few pleasantries and then you were gone. What were the chances that we would be in the very same place at the very same time among the throngs of holiday shoppers, tourists, and locals enjoying the festivities? Just a few minutes prior I had been inside of a wine bar with my friends. From there, we were going to dinner. We were set to leave, but I delayed them with a trip to the powder room. Then, when we walked outside, one friend made note that we still had a few minutes until the time of our dinner reservation and that we should walk the long way around, along the shops open late for the start of the holiday shopping season. That sounded nice, but I grumbled a bit under my breath as I followed them across the street thinking, why are going this way, though? Why, indeed, because within a few steps of crossing the street, I saw you. What were the chances that our paths would cross among the throngs of holiday shoppers, tourists, and locals enjoying the festivities right in front of the very place in which we first met?