have you ever experienced
several unfortunate failures
of communication in one day
at the wrong moment, ill placed?
it was innocent, not designed
it all happened by chance
I can believe
several impossible things
before breakfast
but it’s harder
to believe them
after dark
when the door
was shut
in my face
it must have been fate
so fickle
i suppose
How do people fall in love?
Is it purely chemistry?
How does that work
When you can only feel an atmosphere?
Body language, eyes,
A smile at all the right moments.
But more than this it must be.
All meetings are by chance
So how is one more meaningful than another?
Instantly and mutual.
With friends it’s all we have in common
That makes and holds us, long or short,
But love? We fall before we even know.
The head may struggle to hold back
But the heart is already given,
And who can ignore the heart.
So without a metaphor or rhyme
I ask myself these questions.
The older I grow the less I really know.
No certainties any more.
I am mystified.
My heart is not.
The Dreaming Path 