Blink of an Eye
Last week was crazy with the start of my intensive Spanish classes, my seemingly futile battle with sleep, and then a spontaneous purchase to attend San Diego Comic Con Malaga last Friday. I have a lot of thoughts that aren’t fully flushed out and a friend is in town visiting for a few days. So here’s a poem I wrote on one of my trips to Malaga.
Blink of an Eye
By Ahza Rex
To the waiter at Restaurante
El Jardin 1887 in Malaga
There are a few people
Who can look you directly—
A sparkle in the eye.
With a smile—
A gentle hand
Resting on your shoulder—
And somehow—
In the blink of an eye—
You belong.
Suddenly—
Frighteningly—
Realize—
How long it’s been
To be seen.
As I watched him
Escort the old woman,
In a wheelchair,
Outside the restaurant
Waving—
Enthusiastically—
“Adios—
Goodbye.”
As I left,
He gave me a hug,
A lingering touch,
His hand holding my arm—
“Come back,”
He said,
For a party,
In two days,
A light squeeze
And a good bye.
I realized later,
This—this seeing—
Is what he loves.
So lost in his eyes,
I couldn’t tell you his face—
I didn’t even get his name.