You sat about 6-ft away from me
in the cafe;
you were busy scribbling some words
on a piece of paper
and you had your laptop in front of you,
almost hugging you.
We said hello and exchanged
mutual pleasantries.
You then told me about your kids,
one of them a recently-wed woman in Berkeley
with her plants and two labradors.
I felt slightly in awe
to be talking with someone who is
a master and connoisseur of their words
and about how the Universe brought us together
in one fortuitous encounter
one afternoon.
We talked about Kenneth Fields -
his bouts with alcohol,
yet his gift and penchant for words -
Oh! William Carlos Williams!
Oh! The Red Wheelbarrow!
That was the day before my 37th birthday.
As I drove home
from the cafe that day,
I was filled with the ebb and flow of your words and
tried to connect your poems
to my surroundings -
how the moon gently kissed the horizon,
how it slightly rested on the ocean
as it reposed for the night
That was the beginning of a stirring
of something in me
the lighting of an amber,
an inkling to write
and to meet my mind
on these beautiful, beckoning pages.
About the Creator
Susan Lee
I graduated from Stanford University in 2002 with a BA in International Relations and a minor in Psychology and have a Masters in International Affairs from Georgetown University.
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