Outside of my english class

There is an ROTC student sitting on a bench in the hallway. He is in full uniform, combat camouflage. His face is blank, I have no idea what he is thinking. He's texting on his phone. I have no idea what those messages say.
There is a Muslim woman speaking Arabic on another bench in the hallway. She is covered almost fully, I only see her eyes and her hands. Her face is covered with a blank cloth, I have no idea what she is thinking. She is speaking to a friend. I have no idea what they are saying.

Poetry is action
Poetry is evanescent,
it is a moment and
it is beyond words.

It is movement.

I cannot help but revel in the beauty of this moment...

but our eyes didn't meet.
none of us.