Standing at a crossroad,
she tucked a wayward
strand of soft silky hair
behind her porcelain ear
as the Winds of Motion
whipped at her temple
and wound her skirts tight
around her body
Knowing,
every intersection
contains every moment
She waited for the signs
Lips now ripe
from worrying her teeth over them
still she stood
as if immobility would
delay the inevitable Choices
that would change
the cartography of the course
soon to be charted before her
Knowing,
every intersection
contains every moment
She waited for the signs
For even if her eyes could see
the multitudes of gossamer threads
weaving Time in Motion
in all their ubiquitous majesty,
how could she delineate
that which would lead her
where she most wanted to be
and if she could track the right line
would she be allowed to make the jump
Knowing,
every intersection
contains every moment
She waited for the signs
She knew the rules
few that they are at these junctions
as one must choose not at random
nor with intentional oscillations imposed
rather, in alignment with prior choices
the chooser’s prior choices
and the prior choices of others they are journeying with
thus preserving consolidation and conservation of energies
maintaining structures of function
allowing realities to substantiate Realty
Knowing,
every intersection
contains every moment
She waited for the signs
It was capitulated to be possible even by homogenized cynics of holograms
that coincidences light the way
for those seeking to create their own miracles
for those wanting to merge their existence
with the timeline of their other selves
and the place where dreams come true
Knowing,
every intersection
contains every moment
She waited for the signs
Training her eyes
to locate he whose song played in her heart;
he whose soul called and answered to her soul
assiduously discerning which where
yes, which where
he chose her as she chose him
with hearts open to love
minds open to trust
bodies fitting perfectly
life unfolding in boundless bliss
Knowing,
every intersection
contains every moment
She waited for the signs
Until the last star she saw that night
had him crossing to meet her where she stood and then they were one.