Meeting A Poet

He stands at the podium

Reading

His familiar words

He seems too small and

Frail

To carry such a heavy

Muse

Afterward

I stand in a line

Too shy to tell him that

For me

He was the one that opened the gate to

This vast

Secret garden

I open my book and watch as he

Etches his name on my

Truckload of

Admiration