Via Jonathan Carroll, some amazing poetry:
Love at First Sight
They are both convinced
that a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is beautiful,
But uncertainty is more beautiful still.
Since they had never met before, they are sure
that there would have been nothing between them.
But what is the word from the streets, staircases, hallways-
perhaps they have passed by each other a million times?
I want to ask them
if they do not remember-
a moment face to face
in some revolving door?
perhaps a sorry muttered in a crowd?
a curt wrong number caught in the receiver?
but I know the answer.
No, they do not remember.
They would be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them
now for years.
Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
it barred their path,
stifling a laugh,
and then leaped aside.
There were signs and signals,
even if they could not read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood’s thicket?
There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night, perhaps, the same dream,
grown hazy by morning.
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.