I went to hear my favorite poet speak,
And was pleased to find that
So many had come
To hear and be touched by his gentle verse.
And yet upon reflection,
I wonder if we really heard
The message he weaves through words.
When it was all over,
Fragments of a dozen conversations
Drifted to my ears;
A subtle audio collage of praise, criticism,
And “Where shall we go for a beer?”
As I drove away, the doubt slowly arose,
That none who listened turned around
To touch a lonely heart,
So distant, yet so near.