Luck?

A glance
- not e'en a look,
a brushing together
- like two streams
(or more!)
within a river
touching, twsiting
tendrils of twine
within that greater flow,
brought highter
by ... chance?
Who knows what
or why.
Perhaps some distant
fall of a sparow
or, fluttering
of an insect's wings
- or something deeper,
led to this chanc encounter,
this perfect meeting
of matching souls.

© Kayleen White, 2009 I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)