'Known'

'Known' timothy r gates, 4/20/2012
Second grade, first memory
she didn't touch me,
didn't know about me,
never saw her before then.
I knew.
Others touched, touch,
know details of me,
yet, never have known me.
I know.
Another painted, a decade ago,
listened to my reading,
didn't know a thing other than - this poet's reading,
never saw her before.
She knew.
In the cool of the Garden,
we've strolled,
leaves swirling up around our frames,
wordless words heard, unspoken.
Known.