His hands
I watched them today in class
I found them
Fascinating
He doesn't fidget
He sits calmly
He looks like he's paying attention
But I'm wondering what he's thinking
He picks up his pencil
Not hurriedly, like the others
But calmly
In that deliberate way that only few have the patience for
His grip on his pencil
He has complete control
Without turning his knuckles white
It's always that way
Calm
Deliberate
Never rushing
But always keeping up
Without falling behind
I want to know more about him
I want to grab a coffee
Just sit
And talk
I want to know more about how he thinks
His view of the world
And to share mine
I have less than a month left
I think I'll still be left wondering
