I thought serendipity was a dragon.
Now I wonder if it's God.
Or is it a lush garden where quiet minds go to rest?
Premise: the universe is an equation.
(I dislike negations. I avoid using negations.)
Action, reaction.
Reflection.
Focus.
Shift
the
angle
of dispersion
by a single degree and arms
open to encompass your desires.
Swing and a miss!
Monkey bars decode no drama
thinner than a fingernail
slipped beneath
the edge
of
the
horizon.
I lift my eyes.
Breakthrough
cloud cover parts to reveal green leaves
and a street sign, the rushing by of
could haves and never weres.
I turn to you, and we meet
once more, where
we are, one,
doubled,
and
let joy
call us home.
June 9, 2024
