Caught By
Sheer coincidence
Caught by sheer coincidence,
So close to a collision,
Nearly intercepted,
Then slipped out of my vision.
In and out of reveries,
The dreams that drift on by,
Some almost intercepted,
As subtle as a sigh.
They whoosh across the water,
And sing up in the trees,
Some are intercepted,
Then fly off on the breeze.
It’s soft as a white snowdrift,
As snow falls from the sky,
Rarely intercepted,
When the heavens cry.
I’ve seen them in the stars at night,
Across the milky way,
Sail away, then intercepted,
As night turns into day.
They live out in my garden,
And flower before they die,
The selection is intercepted,
And then hung up to dry.
They walk and talk and wonder,
And sip coffee by the sea,
The uncanny intercepted,
You and I and one more make three
In the modern moment,
Watching fish fly past,
Dying to be intercepted,
It happens so very fast.
©
David Rudder
2023
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