You were a few seats away from me.
Darkness camouflaged my staring at you.
You seemed mesmerized,
smiling whenever DiCaprio
made his entry.
I was mesmerized by my own fantasies.
Still couldn’t make my move,
for all these people between us.
Blocking all options.
Perhaps I was also fearful
of your date, who sat beside you,
who sat beside me.
(Editor’s note: poet Shai Ben-Shalom, an Israeli-born biologist, examines current events in the Blacklock’s tradition each and every Sunday)