A bit out of character for me to post poetry but after reading this one I felt I needed to stick it up.
Love at First Sight
They are sure
that a sudden feeling united them.
Beautiful is such certainty,
but uncertainty more beautiful
They think, that as they didn't know each other earlier,
nothing ever happened between them.
But what would they say: those streets, stairways, and corridors
where they could have been passing each other for a long time?
I would like to ask them
don't you remember-
maybe face to face once
in a revolving door?
an "excuse me" in a tight crowd?
a "wrong number" heard over the phone?
-but I know their answer.
No, they don't remember.
They would be quite surprised,
that for a long time
chance had been toying with them.
Not altogether ready
to turn into their fate,
it would draw them together, pull them apart,
cut them off on their path,
and, swallowing a giggle,
leap to the side
There were signs, signals,
so what they were unreadable
Maybe three years ago
or late Tuesday
some leaf flew
from arm to arm?
Something got lost and then picked up.
Who knows whether it wasn't even a ball
in some childhood thicket?
There were doorknobs and doorbells,
where touch lay on touch
beforehand.
Suitcases next to one another in the baggage check.
Maybe one night the same dream,
blurred upon awakening.
Every beginning, after all,
is nothing but a sequel,
and the the book of events
is always open in the middle.