Happenstance Poem by Susan Lacovara

Maybe the heavens do have a plan
An orchestrated synopsis, of sorts
That put you dead center into my summer fable
Eyes locked, across a table that could be anywhere fine...
As we dine, sipping wine, in unconscious time
My doubting eclipsed by your brushing against
The downfall of my fence...awakening senses
Long gone to bed and filling my head
With the sweetness of rain, erasing the pain
Of not knowing for what or how, or why, left alone
Stranded and strangled by the ring of no phone
Dreams put on hold, explanations postponed
And with the wink of eternity, all time stops
I am there, by you...breathing air, breathing air...
Washed over in the waterfall of words you whisper
And it differs from any language I know...
Slow, slow let me take you slow
In tasty tongue tied-bits
I eat like a bird from your hand
As if on command
And wish not to analyze or understand
What it is brought us here to happenstance