a literary journal

POETRY

Out of the woods

 

I met Fate in the woods,

"Fancy seeing you here," I said

"Oh, please," she replied, "This was meant to be."

I met Coincidence in a meadow, and I said,

"I suppose I was meant to find you today."

He chuckled and said, "Not at all."

I met Choice by the shoreline, and I said

"So was I meant to find you, or is this mere coincidence?"


And they replied calmly: "That's up to you."