That Man

A store bubbling with personality

Vibrant with noise, 

But one man sat alone 

Pure and poised.

Something about him

Made the chipper choas calm

So I rowed over, humming along. 

Stepping up in a rehearsed manner,

Reciting the words of my script.

The man smiled, a toothy smile 

It made loose, what was unconscdiuoysly stiff. 

He spoke his request 

Like he gave it life.

I grinned and wrote down 

What was simply floating around. 

He reached out his hand, 

Read his invisible script.

I questioned this man

And the presence he equipped, 

As if he came from the heavens.

I disappeared to the cook

To prepare for the one with the poised look. 

Returning with food and drink on hand,

I looked out and saw no man. 

A sliver sparkled my soul, 

It made my smile genuine and whole. 

A small compartment, a pretty blue

Had these words that were for you. 

"You might take orders, but you are still a customer, flip the script and join your comforter."