Is Everyone a Poet?

I’m keeping this super short.

(I’ve been super busy but guess what, I now got a job! Plus I’ve written many drafts of more serious topics but let’s just keep it simple before I’m happy with any finalized work.)

This actually happened more than a week ago when I was on the bus home and bumped into a classmate. We started to have a pretty interesting conversation revolving around literature, politics, and poetry. Then we realized we both write poems for fun.

“I think everyone is a poet. They either hide it or show it. That’s all,” they said.

We went on to talk about what do we usually write, our common struggle with a messy roommate, spiders, and dumplings (lol).

Then I got off the bus. I saw a couple people standing on the sidewalk on 19th Street, staring at their iPhone screens while waiting to cross the road.

I wondered if they think about the flowers in their neighbor's front yard
I wondered if the clouds are light enough to carry their thoughts
I wondered if they knew the world is more sarcastic than ever
I wondered if they realized we are all dying
I wondered if they ever wonder...