Chance meeting, Mr. Zhang

Today I met Mr. Zhang at the park. He passed us once then returned a second time and pulled up a seat. He was a non-person to me before he stopped, we got to know each other through words. I told him I’m a writer, a poet, he’d believe anything it seemed. And he said the writers, the poets, the arts are dying back now, we are all in a hurry — and I smiled to myself, it’s alright, there will always be poets. They get to the essence he said, I think you must be a great thinker to be a poet (he said it better).

I wrote down IAMBIC PENTAMETER and the word REITERATE, important words. I wrote my name in capitals, my cell phone number. He said guess my age and I undershot it. He called me on my cell phone sitting right next to him, to test the SIM card from China, his flip-phone — it goes all the way to China and comes back, and we keep the tape rolling, a fragment of me and Mr. Zhang on voicemail I’ll keep. We wave twice and say goodbye and he says I think maybe I will come to your home next, and nods.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
This entry was posted in writing and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

13 Responses to Chance meeting, Mr. Zhang

  1. walt walker says:

    I imagine Mr. Z to be just a tad transparent. Like you could just make out the park bench behind him.

    Like

  2. rossmurray1 says:

    Sounds like the start of a comedy. Or horror movie.

    Like

  3. Looks like Mr. Zhang is a metaphor of some kind — the personification of your inner desire to have a flip-phone again?

    Like

    • pinklightsabre says:

      That’s funny Kevin — yes, perhaps like in dreams, everyone we see is some angle of ourselves. I would like Mr. Zhang’s wisdom, and to download his 5,000 years of Chinese history and culture. Here’s to you sir, and best wishes for your book promotion tomorrow. Please include a URL or link here if you would like. Cheers, – Bill

      Like

  4. I love the idea/image of you sitting next to someone as their voice travels around the world and back again.

    Like

  5. I have had iambic pentameter explained to me a dozen times over the years and I STILL don’t get it. Same goes for scoring in tennis. What’s love?

    Like

    • pinklightsabre says:

      It’s funny you say that Mark because I realized I was showing off with this Chinese guy, because he was talking about Shakespeare’s poetry, which I couldn’t really remember from college, so instead I dropped the iambs and the Petrarch, to like make conversation with him and show maybe I knew what I was talking about (credible), but of course when he asked for the meaning I went quiet. I feel like I led him astray, to go look up IAMBIC PENTAMETER in his dictionary, because he doesn’t use the internet. Good luck with that.

      Like

Please share your thoughts!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s