Happenstance

I could have found you
in the crowd,
on a walk through a
busy city street.

Or in line at an airport gate,
filled with other hopes
waiting to board.

I could have found you
absorbed
in a book,
in some café window
I wandered by;
on a day
when any-thing could happen.

I could have found you
in
a museum,
under constant renovation,
in a dim room filled with Cezanne.

Or at a rally
for some
important intention.

Or sitting quietly
alone,
on a park bench
near the river;
with soft thunder
mixing in the wind.

I could have found you
in
a thousand ways;
but I couldn’t
find you in time.

I could have found you
in the crowd,
on a walk through a
busy city street.

I could have found you
in a thousand ways;
but I couldn’t
find you in time.