:: Meetings ::

Obscure paths traverse our meetings
In the veiled mists of watchful destiny
Our sightless fingers have touched
Entwined with each other's shadow
Until destiny thickened her hold
And we were lost to each other
Wandering unknowing paths

The day we met again
It must have been comical
To see us take a step forward
(Almost meeting)
And back
Pulled back by destiny
To our made places

Standing before this delicate web
Of a destiny we cannot question
Intimate paths cross
And uncross
We contemplate the ethereal threads
That bind
And separate us in such strange ways

(c) k. april 2001.