Of notes
And cards
and calls missed
and texts received
and most of all in prayers
answered.
Life slowly
decides to fall
into place a.k.a. something
you were to experience, but
didn’t.
And you
make peace
and know that
the path your on is
right.
Its not
through signs
or words or actions
of others, but something
familiar.
A bat
of an eye
a breeze on
your neck, a twinge
transports.
A subway platform in Summer
a Rocky Mountain dirt road
a child’s laugh to a song
a sleepless night alone
the anticipation, the memory,
all at once sparks
that twinge of something familiar
