My Poetry

Love At First Sight

Both are conceived

That sudden surge of emotion bound them together.

Beautiful is such a certainty,

But uncertainty is more beautiful.

Because they didn't know each other earlier, they suppose that

Nothing was happening between them

What of the streets, stairways, and corridors

Where they could have passed eachother long ago?

I'd like to ask them

Whether they remember- perhaps in a revolving door

Ever being face to face

Perhaps an "excuse me" in a crowd,

Or a voice "wrong number" in the receiver.

But I know their answer:

No, they don't remember.

They'd be greatly astonished

To learn that for a long time

Chance had been playing with them.

Not yet wholly ready

To transform into fate for them

It approached them, then backed off,

Stood in their way,

And, suppressing a giggle,

Jumped to the side.

There were signs, signals:

But what if they were illegible?

Perhaps three years ago,

Or last Tuesday,

Did a certain leaflet fly

From shoulder to shoulder?

There was something lost, and picked up

Who knows but what it was a ball

In the bushes of childhood.

There were doorknobs and bells

On which earlier,

Touch piled on touch

Bags beside each other in the luggage room,

Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night,

Suddenly erased after waking.

Every beginning,

Is but a continuation,

And the book of events,

Is never more than half open.