Reborn

Imagine the miracle of our

occupying the same 

moment and space

to look and speak together 

even once

it seems like all the 

fates are

stacked against 

the probability of it. 

We could have 

never made our way

into the same city

we could have walked 

past one another 

in airports or

train stations

without speaking. 

If you feel

like me

that the impossible has landed 

like a flock of stars

scattering across the 

fields of our imagination

that snow is falling 

perfect and beautiful 

and disappearing into infinity 

in our warm breath

that the gods have seeded

the night with glowing fireflies 

to light our path, then 

it is a remarkable gift.

Each time a poem 

blooms in my head 

flowers and fades 

and falls 

and is taken back 

into the earth again

I am reborn 

a thousand times 

over a thousand days.