Acknowledgement

There is
Energy, drifting between two souls, as I notice her hand movements, when she scribbles a date onto a white piece of paper
I say, “I see you’re left-handed,” while she quickly nods and says, “Yes,” speaking to me without acknowledgement
Still, she wraps her delicate fingers like tendrils around my milk tea mug and shifts it around, as if to make a statement and to recognize my observation
At my desk, a fan blows to block out white noise and I wonder what she’s toying with in the back of her mind
It’s like some strange sort of magic
And I wonder if it’s really magnetic that we’re connecting at all on some kind of level, where she understands
For you see, I want to let her know that I know what’s happening; I can see right through her, yet she politely refuses without telling me

Maybe there’s more to it than that
So, I shall wait and perhaps castigate or twiddle my thumbs and think on it
Until she comes running back for something more

Sid Yiddish
(Happiness! sid_yiddish@hotmail.com)