On serendipity
Fortuitous happenstance indeed the way the fresh water stream
bent in the ground at each perfect angle not necessarily required of it
to greet your toes when the sun was stripped back and hot hot enemy
yes burning and you felt so desperate lost your brain without instruction
began recalling the body and face of the first person
you thought you loved smell hair teeth hip bone
meeting stomach sweet spit at the same time as hard crying
and preparing to die
Then serendipitous too the way the apples pushed out their shoulders
to fill one hundred shining green coats hanging from branches waiting
for your aching teeth your sandy tongue honey too
there was honey in the trunk shade have you ever been more thankful?
And look also the way the blue of the sky mixes with the yellow
of its sun now also your sun once again to make
a green so truly transfixing as this
