This.

Out of infinite universes,

out of countless twiststurns 

of our lives

of the trillions of moments

that had to happen, in just 

this exact way

what seems fated now 

was really nothing more

than randomness dusted with 

the fairy dust of choice…

Transcendent. 

And that morning, along the chain of fate,

another single magical 

moment, when you walked by

pushing a broom to get

ready for company, 

I reached out to connect, to pat your

leg just at the miracle of it all

and we smiled, knowing, grateful 

for this

infinite, magical now.