through my looking glass

i collect moments,

shouldn’t happen but did

not because of you or me

or anything we said

but because it’s meant to be

that way. . . it’s

Synchronicity

it’s our relationship you see,

this casual causality

this everything is nothing and nothing

can’t be random

ordinary moments

finding spaces in the pattern. . .

remembering forward

not because it feels right

not living on a line

but being in a space instead

that feels so intertwined

wrapped loosely around the paradox

there is no space or time

Coincidentally?


We're doing major reconstruction in our library and my temporary office is actually in a rarely used classroom/ curriculum lab for Tteacher Ed.  As I walked in the other day, a professor was preparing a lecture and asked me, "Quick, name one word that describes you?"  Before I could answer, he said, "Flux, Right?"  And I laughed and said, "I was actually going to say Enigma."

I don't like being labeled or boxed or time-lined but have actually been called an Engima before.

Quick, what's your word?