Chance

On the bus with Warmth riding through High Street Kensington. A favourite place of mine to shop. A part of London where Warmth once had a shop. A shop where I popped in a few times. Did he serve me?

Love at First Sight Wislawa Szymborska
.....

Since they'd never met before, they're sure
that there'd been nothing between them,
But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways -
perhaps they've passed by each other a million times?

I want to ask them
if they don't remember-
a moment face to face
in some revolving door?
...

They'd 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,
...

There were signs and signals,
even if they couldn't read them yet,
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another?
...

There were door knobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another
beforehand.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night, perhaps the same dream,
grown hazy by morning.

Every beginning
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.

staircase, door, leaf, suitcase