This.
Out of infinite universes,
out of countless twiststurns
of our lives
of the trillions of moments
that had to happen, in just
this exact way
what seems fated now
was really nothing more
than randomness dusted with
the fairy dust of choice…
Transcendent.
And that morning, along the chain of fate,
another single magical
moment, when you walked by
pushing a broom to get
ready for company,
I reached out to connect, to pat your
leg just at the miracle of it all
and we smiled, knowing, grateful
for this
infinite, magical now.
HemmingPlay 