And that girl you saw

At the subway station

And thought to speak to,

The one with the suitcase

And green sweater

Doing the dance of

Public spaces,

Looked so kind,

With her eyes

Bedded down in

A galactic cluster

Of freckles. A

Thirteen second

Symphony of

Heartbeats plays

The marching tune

I heard in Regent’s

Park while I stand

Two feet behind her.

I wonder if she’s

Ever been, my olive-

wool-and-stardust

Escalator companion,

In a gathering of

So many people that

You all begin to breathe in

On the same downbeat,

And out on the up.

I wonder if she’s

Even aware how many

Universes she has brought

Into existence.