Fortuity

I.

Fickle encounters,

A twitching eyelid—

A keepsake,

A stitch

Mistimed.

No accident.

You are a key

In the ignition;

An integral switch.

Not a glitch

In the very thing.

No accident.

II.

Peace can be found

In a loud moment

For all the noise

After some time

Tends to fade away,

As if you

Were on the road

Even when your mind

Was on the railway.

III.

Cobwebbed bulbs

Clear desk drawers

Vacant vases

No apples in a bowl

With a person

As empty as

The house.

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“If you board the wrong train, it is no use running along the corridor in the other direction.”

Dietrich Bonhoeffer

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