Strangers’ Meeting
It’s funny how
Fate works in
unfathomable ways.
Just a few days ago
I met a man
whose path I’d fallen into
the day before.
He was checking the football;
I was reading a book about writing.
You writing something? he said.
Yes. I must go; I have
to meet someone;
sorry I can’t stay.
We parted.
The next day,
I returned to the building.
Have you seen my book?
I asked the assistant.
This one? she called.
Yes. Where did you find it?
Chap handed it in; don’t know
where he got it. Said a young lad
of about sixteen
might be looking for it.
Thanks all the same.
I haven’t seen him
since.
