Serendippity seems to be the key to it all.


Heat Lightning

No common sense to finding love
It comes like heat lightning,
when there is no storm
Caring not a damn for schedules,
arriving unpredictably,
at the wrong time,
out of sequence
and usually cracking a joke

If you grin and say I’m wrong,
then walk your own road
and don’t be surprised
when you stumble,
on the way to certainty
You may have made a reservation,
tipped the headwaiter,
and still find no tables empty

Love happens when you’ve forgotten laundry
and your mind
is on other things
Stopping to tie a shoelace,
you look up
and there it is,
smiling and confused,
not expecting you either

Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection

CORNER OF MY MIND
available here in print
or as an e-Book
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