Encounters

I might have met you once while on the road
but how was I to know you would be there?
No map to guide, no picture to compare,
so why would I have stopped or even slowed?
And yet if you had signalled me your code,
I would have shyly shuffled, unaware
that you and I could have so much to share;
I’d still to learn what nature had bestowed.
But later when we met I knew you well
although I least expected you to be
so blissful, yet so able to confound.
Instead of catching me when first I fell,
you put me in a boat that’s still at sea
in search of shores which never may be found.

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