Consider the odds
that you and I are here
and found each other
to share
a passing glance
a genuine smile
a seeking day
a warm meal
a slow walk
a moment in time.
Consider the things
that make us
shape us
break us
rebuild us,
all those things worked to perfection
to put us there and then
here and now.
Consider the events
in the history of time immemorial
that had to line up just as they did
so that you and I
could have a walk on an empty beach
that windless day
when the clouds hung still like paintings.
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press October 2013
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