Almost Ex Nihilo

There is you.
There is I.
We have never met,
nor have we ever heard of us
until this moment when together
you and I created something ponderous
never born of God,
or any time at all.

It is the words involving us,
the ones I write, the very ones
you read that reach your mind
and flutter there, seeking shelter
somewhere we have mindlessly decreed,
you and I, this moment, and
the reason not yet known.

If that is not phenomenon
enough to liven any empty page,
I'll have to say it dazzles me
and opens exploration of
suburban plats in an existence
only dimly seen before.

Now...
The trail comes into view.
       ~

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Hmmm ... oh the road I could travel with this one. Your mind is a wonder and a delight, always a pleasure to behold.

[Dean]

and you. Old duffers like me are not supposed to be attracted to amazing ladies like you. Now what am I supposed to do?

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Intelligence is attractive no matter the age.

[Dean]

I agree---but you have it all

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Not hardly, no one has it all.

[Dean]

too much caring to argue...use email here