but I know the answer.

    No, they don't remember

They'd be amazed to hear

    that Chance has been toying with them

    now for years.

    Not quite ready yet

    to become their Destiny,

    it pushed them close, drove them apart,

    it barred their path,

    stifling a laugh,

    and then leaped aside.

There were signs and signals,

    even if they couldn't read them yet.

    Perhaps three years ago

    or just last Tuesday

    a certain leaf fluttered

    from one shoulder to another?

    Something was dropped and then picked up.

Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished

    into childhood's thicket?

    There were doorknobs and doorbells

    where one touch had covered another

    beforehand.

Suitcases checked and standing side by side.

 One night, perhaps, the same dream,

    grown hazy by morning.

    Every beginning

    is only a sequel, after all,

    and the book of events

    is always open halfway through.