i don’t want this to be too sentimental
because i’ve outgrown all that jive
i’ve been through it long enough to see
that it’s not real, it’s not my thing
but it’s amazing sometimes
how logically perfect you are
a logic so thoroughly not my own
i would never have found you
without the serene nudging
of a boundless providence
and i must admit, i am quite awed
at the delicateness of this plan,
that intricate design.
wonder for the masterpiece of time
spills over onto the timepiece
and i am caught unawares
in reverie of friendship
too still to be moved.
what this may portend,
i, myself, cannot know,
but i am not afraid,
nor am i alone.