i could hear you hum
a snippet of a tune
from mexico
it weaved
into the air
like a wordless poem
dancing
in my imagination
enough to make me hold still
in wonderment
and yet
in my shyness
(and yes, i do get shy)
i couldn't ask you
where the tune came from
and i didn't want to stop
the melody
for anything in the world
so i kneeled there
holding "diary of a wimpy kid"
in mid-air
looking like a cut-rate statue
for barnes and noble
my mind
a thousand miles away
in the country of my mother
thank you
for something
you'll never know about
