I was holding the door for
a grey-haired matron
who glanced up at me
as she passed
did a double-take
and I saw the look
an ex-student gives
the lights go on
now we were caught
teetering in the moment
I don’t remember names
nor did she I gather
how are you?
still teaching?
I should ask
still studying?
or not
As I let go of the door and
engaged in the predictable
banter about life
in the intervening years
I read the subtext
we are both invested
in the same journey
I just gave a push
and she flew younger
