you sit quietly and contemplate.
you wonder what other people put into their minds
when they sit quietly.
that person must have a poignant thought
now and then.
you tell yourself that some small miracle is happening within them
you promise your heart
that their heart is full
of all the little things that go into pockets
and quiet corners.
You tell yourself that they are full of fire
and at anytime may explode like champagne
or combust like tnt
because they must have that within them