it is no coincidence
that i am waking up
from a deep sleep to
dream of
you.
no coincidence that i
imagined you only to
realize you are
more alive
than i could
ever
imagine.
flowing down a taoist
avenue, you & i
back & forth
invisibly in
tandem.
just before, i sat at
home, reading, dither
ing, waiting for the
exact moment to
race into the world at the
signal of an angel––
arriving by your side
at a place i’d never
been.
some poems were read on
stage & i tried to under
stand, un
conscious of the fact
we came
together.
one angel summoned my
courage for speech, an
other pushed me
forward &
a third opened my
heart.
the crowd of celebrities
grew & disbursed, yet
what i remember is the
descant of joy in your
laughter & the
delightful blossoming
of your hands in the mystical
air.
it is no coincidence that
our handshake trans
formed into a hug or
our hug into
a double ring of
blessing.