On the Stranger Who Paid Our Tab

What prompted him to buy us wine and food,
and leave before we voiced our gratitude?
Did we remind him of a mother dear
to him, but missed or gone this awful year?
Was he in a nostalgic sort of mood?

Did he receive a check and then conclude
he’d share the Stimulus that he accrued?
Or was he paying forward? It’s not clear
what prompted him.

We didn’t notice him. We weren’t rude –
our talk absorbed us, free of platitude,
acknowledging small boons that made us cheer.
Was he attending? Did he overhear
and pay to stimulate that attitude?
What prompted him?


This entry was posted in Coronaverse, Philosophy, Poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s