Casting Nets

You were but one among many
casting nets in the waters of time,
searching different shores
in a free-for-all of tangled lines
traced through the ages

And while rummaging through the past
I stumbled upon my future,
my fate sealed
in a fluttering of fingers
with three small words
I could not contain,
and in the span of a heartbeat
you became the who, the what,
and the why
of my existence

And before the river 
disappeared around the next bend
the plots of two manuscripts
were melded into one,
written
in the language of hearts
 
Time has passed,
nets lay dormant, lines cast aside; 
the past has been visited
in more personal terms;
I still speak in threes
but the words have changed. 


january 2011 
 

 



Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Bri