Special Advisor to the President

Each word carefully enunciated and delivered,
yet making no sense to my linear train of thought.
He had something to say, that was clear,
something urgent, a message of great importance.
His clear blue eyes pierced my professional stature,
tossed it aside as completely irrelevant.
He stood there in my doorway, his
business card in hand, offering to
share his wisdom in exchange for mine.
His, the path to eternal wisdom, the
knowledge gained from hopscotching between
parallel universes, never tethered by the
tedium of the mundane day to day.
Mine, truly the mundane, modeling atmospheric
phenomenon on this Earth, results which may
not even agree with our own reality, much less
universal reality.
He made me uncomfortable, and I urged him
to visit the Physics Department down the hall
in his search for those more erudite than myself.
He handed me his card at the same time he
offered his hand. His name, Donald,
was written neatly across a blue
background of stars and stripes,
Special Advisor to the President.
When I looked up, he was gone.

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