Encounter of the Far Kind

[theirishsea]

she sits
next table
alone
in her own thoughts or listening
to all the babble
her back to the beige banquette
a glass of water
her plate
never really full
empty
except for the fork
laid down like a sword
the knife, kin to the sword
never raised from the pressed white tablecloth
the ceiling's reflection unsullied
she has an attractive plain face
no particular feature too big, too small
no touch of cosmetics
warms the face
plain
an unpressed napkin to her thoughts
whatever they may be
to others as transparent as water
and as void of flavor
though there is tenuous density
not so much a cloud or contaminant
but density
you would have to swim upstream
to get a response
because there you are
a stranger
an odd guy
pasty glob of a face
certainly not a pole for magnets
certainly not a catalyst for reaction
except an impersonal stare
or a nod to the waiter
an abrupt leaving
a hurried settling of account
an emptiness on the banquette
the shape of her sitting
slowly losing its impression
the vinyl
reshaping itself a glacier moving
to its potential blankness
and you sit
embarrassed
though no one notices
you tried to intrude on her privacy
elbow into her comfort
flirt with the plain beauty
but...
the conversations squibble all over the room
you look over to your mate
she doesn't notice
she is talking on her phone
intent on Saturday
you are phoneless
intent on today
but no
savoir faire
a small walnut of emptiness
in your stomach
as large as it is
as ravenous as it is
an attendant refills your glass
you fantasize about that strange woman
she drops her dark skirt
her slip clings to her slim shape
she brushes a detached and irritating eyelash from her eye
you say
"come here"

[saw]

I think fantasy is underrated in it's importance ( despite the possibility of any fantasy becoming a quasi-reality )...the fantasy is always better than anything that may happen, because it is our unique version....often a snapshot in time witnessed for select space of time then committed to memory....and nothing more....of course, it is the electricity for many a story...or an intriguing poem ...nicely captured danno