A Stranger’s Poem

Perhaps it was the obsessive-compulsive twirling of my long blond hair while my forehead rest in my other hand, shaking back and forth which each word I read. Or maybe it was the involuntary mutterings and sighs emanating from my mouth as I typed furiously, racing against the clock.

I was a massive ball of stress and everyone at the small cafe where I was working knew it.

Encased in an aura of frenetic energy as my sleep-deprived face was fixed on my computer screen, I was suddenly jolted back to reality.

“This is for you,” said a college-aged guy, who couldn’t have been more than 20 years old.

I peeled my eyes away from my screen, rolling them ever-so-slowly up as to finish the final few words in the sentence I was reading, to find a small folded piece of paper jammed right in front of my face.

Confused and in a daze similar to being sharply woken up in the middle of the night, I grabbed the note without understanding my actions and said thanks.

The guy rushed off, dashing out the cafe door before I could completely unfold the note.

This is what the note said:

Looking at your energy 

as you walked in the room

You have a special

presence, like last night’s

full moon.

Don’t work to hard

on whatever it is,

Carry on the essence

of being a kid!

Not sure if the guy realized that I was likely 10 years older than him, but either way, it made my day.

A Poem From A Stranger

This city makes me smile every day.