People can be so predictable. Our hierarchy of needs make it so. Aside from the fundamental needs of man, the need to belong and to be loved will always be there—a need that precedes all introductions, all getting-to-know stages.
In a crowded bar alone, everyone is not only looking to have a cold one or a good time. Everyone wants to belong to the crowd or get lost in one or to spark the interest of someone and perhaps end up in love or lust. Everyone interacts with people because there are needs that must be met, if not exceeded.
Oftentimes, these needs wring the most beautiful poetry out of us.
Think of the man or woman who needs love and comfort. He or she sits in a corner alone or with friends, but his or her eyes are always scanning the crowded room, searching for someone to step into his or her view and perhaps be the one to fulfill his or her needs.
Think about the woman who sends thoughts of love and longing to a spouse or a special friend from a long distance. All those thoughts are forms of fleeting poetry.
Think about the man about to undress and make love to a woman. Every step, every motion, every eye contact, every whisper is unwritten poetry spoken in volume by the body.
The world is full of poetry that do not make it on paper. Not all of us have the luxury of time or talent to put down on paper all the wonderful fleeting moments we experience. Some of us are too caught up in the moment. Some of us do not know that we are living poetry ourselves.
Still needs, whether they are met or not, make wonderful poetry.
