We collide in so many ways. In our thoughts, our words, our deeds.
This afternoon, I blurted an inner thought out loud. Beside me, my wife gaped at me.
“I was just about to say that,” she spluttered, surprised.
It’s not always our nearest and dearest. Sometimes we ape the language of our companions by accident.
Sometimes, we turn up at a gathering only to discover others have dressed exactly the same.
Sometimes, we call a friend, and they say they were just thinking of us.
Sometimes, we’re pondering hard on a personal concern and an email drops which seems to address it.
Sometimes, we set upon a particular path, and all around us, every interaction coalesces so as to smooth the way.
It’s as if everything is designed for us, set to collide. Thoughts, words and deeds.
Last modified: 22 September 2024
