Velvet Verbosity

He is tall and moody, though a light comes into his eyes if only you just say, “hey, how are you?”. I watch him out of curiosity, trying to determine if he’s thinking about anything at all besides the salad he methodically eats. It would be a remarkable feat, wouldn’t it? To think about nothing but exactly what it is you’re doing. Many people spend years chasing down such sublime “nowness”. Yet I’m not entirely convinced that is the state of this man’s mind, even though he does seem to be entirely focused on the precise movements needed to gather the lettuce, the carrots, the avocado, and dressing onto his fork until nothing but the smears of oily vinaigrette with tiny bits of food smattering remain. For a moment I think he might lick the plate, not out of hunger, but out of some need to complete.