When I arrived it was as though
you had expected me, although
neither of us had anticipated meeting.
You wondered if we had met
in some former life, but I was
then a skeptic for circumstance
had never really conspired
to cause me to cede my tight
grip on what I was certain
was the only possible reality.
When that evening ended
my flotilla of certainties had
been torn free of their moorings
I was lost in a sea of doubt
and wonder, no pole star
to guide me, so I set off
to ride the currents wherever
they chose to take me,
your voice the song
of the ever moving sea.