:: 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 (Unmeeting) 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.