at the coffee shop in Bennington i lost my propensity toward tears and begged you to teach me something, anything, about this world i longed to know. you studied me in silence as i grappled to pull poetry from within and without and then you slowly, beautifully spread open your quiet palms to reveal a brilliant map of all the places there ever was and all the oceans i longed to cross and only then did i begin to realize that maybe i wasn’t quite so lost after all.