I am watching a man eating
at a restaurant.
He eats daintily,
carefully selecting his portions,
like an artist choosing his colours
before using it on canvas.
He does not see me watching him,
or knows that his eating inspires poetry...
so when he looks up I cast my eyes down
to prevent the moment from
being ordinary.
YURI DURAAN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-eating/
