Mental Anatomy

So, I met this girl the other day.

It wasn’t really the other day.
More like a month or so,
six weeks maybe.
I’ve lost track of time since then.
I didn’t really meet her either.
We saw each other, in passing,
our eyes met for a brief moment.
Much too brief.
She smiled at me,
her eyes let off
a natural twinkle
in the synthetic fluorescent lighting.
I didn’t even know that could happen
but she made it happen.
She made a lot of things happen,
especially within me,
things I’d never felt before,
much less with a simple glance.
I stood there,
mouth open,
dumb-founded.
She walked out of the shop.
“I just love that girl to pieces,”
hailed the shop keeper
from behind the counter.
All I could utter was,
“I think I’m in love.”

I don’t know her name,
her age,
where she’s from,
what she does for a living.
All I know is this:

when I looked into her eyes,
I saw her beautiful soul
and now I can’t stop thinking
about her.
about her smile.
about her olive green eyes.
about her voice.
about her long, flowing, hair,
brown, natural,
organic.
Every bit of her was organic.
full of life full of heart
I saw her roots planted deep
in Mother Earth.
old soul young flesh
she’s had fellowship with Her for years.
my heart lingers in sadness
I may never see her again.
is this where something serendipitous happens?
is this where all the fate and destiny bullshit come into play?
are we going to randomly see each other in the street?
if so, what do I do?
run into her, knock her down,
apologise profusely,
“Oh, it’s alright,
I should have watched where I was going,”
she’ll say.
I’ll introduce myself,
she’ll do the same.
We’ll go across the street for coffee,
and talk for hours,
until she realizes she has other things to do.
Then I’ll spend all night
all day
all week
thinking about her
and her flowing, brown hair,
and her olive green eyes.
she may not even like me.
then what do I do?

I may never know.
I don’t even believe in
fate.
destiny.
serendipity.
Maybe it doesn’t require faith.
Do things happen for a reason?
I may never know.
All I know is this:

her light, shy smile,
her olive green eyes,
that organic twinkle in her eye,
may never leave my mind.
I hope it never leaves my mind.

                                                                                                                                            Kat Bullock.