you sit.
you sit quietly and contemplate.
you wonder what other people put into their minds
when they sit quietly.
that person...
that person must have a poignant thought
now and then.
you tell yourself that some small miracle is happening within them
now.
you promise your heart
that their heart is full
of secrets
of love
of all the little things that go into pockets
and books
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
somewhere.
they must!