The Gentle Wind

She passed my way on a breezy summer day while sitting at a sidewalk café by the bay. The wind raised her skirt like a clumsy puppeteer and she blushed, fighting it down. She turned and saw me watching from my table, and she smiled, then walked away.

I could have possibly loved her, but I never even knew her name.

The Banana Peeler

When I saw her the first time, she was eating a banana. I watched as she slowly peeled back the skin careful not to bruise the fruit it protected. She made sure each peel was equally matched and only then did she gently bite off a small piece of the fruit. Watching her made me hungry.

I could have possibly loved her, but I never even knew her name.

The Dancer

She moved around the dance floor, swaying slowly like a cobra ready to strike—or maybe just following the calm vibes of the snake charmer. She must have known she was watched, but showed no concern as she feinted off those who tried to get close. Lost, carried away by the music controlling her, guiding her every move, swimming through a sea of lust. I wanted to tell her that she is a good dancer, but I can’t dance so what do I know.

I could have possibly loved her, but I never even knew her name.

The Hand of God

Today walking through the marketplace, I looked in a window and caught the reflection of a lovely woman behind me, eating a cherry, and as I turned in her direction, I felt the hand of God touch my shoulder as she disappeared into the crowd of hurried mothers with their children.

I could have possibly loved her, but I never even knew her name.

The Smart One

I watched as they stepped off the bus one by one. There were many pretty girls of various shapes, sizes, and colors to choose from, but I chose the smart one, the one with the sad smile and delicate eyes, the one who stood alone among all the others.

I could have possibly loved her, but I never even knew her name.