Synchronicity Poem by Jim Yerman

Carl Jung was the founder of analytical psychology
He's also the man who coined the term synchronicity.

You're thinking about a person and they phone, or they appear.
You're humming a song then turn on the radio and it's the next song that you hear.

Synchronicity is the wonderful word Mr. Jung elucidated
To explain coincidences we experience in life that somehow seem related.

Deborah and I were searching for a friend's new house it was after the break of dawn
When a detour forced us down the very street the house we were looking for was on.

I've always liked the way the word synchronicity flows; there's a beauty in its inflection
And as far as those coincidence go...sweet perplexity in their connection.

Years ago in an empty parking lot I was provided the biggest thrill
When on the ground before me lay a hundred dollar bill.

My van broke down on my way home that day, a fact I still lament
But the bill for that repair was ninety-seven dollars and ninety cents.

We don't know how it happens, it seems improbable that it can
Is it possible the universe is watching us...that we're part of some huge plan?

Deborah's sister died suddenly- after her funeral we went to our cabin in NC.
While there our sadness was interrupted by some synchronicity.

That evening a luna moth perched herself upon our door
In all our years together we never saw one there before.

Synchronicity shows us our lives are not as predictable as they seem
It encourages us to believe in miracles, to wonder, hope, and dream.

It shows us as we live each day, as we dance our daily dance
That there are portions of our life left to the mystery of chance.

The mystery of chance...I think even Mr. Jung would enthusiastically agree
What a great way to explain his concept of synchronicity.