Richard Feynman meets Albert Einstein for tea
Nerves shake the chalk in my hand
Scratching equations
before the seminar
Like brownian motion’s insistence
To move.
I can feel his breath filling
The room behind me.
If I rub this out
Then it never happened.
He asks —
Young Man
Where are they serving tea?
I continue writing.
I am too polite to ignore
The greatest living mind in this room.
Martin Mantle