Connections

I am sitting here under the soft blue blanket.  I consider what connections I may make today, knowing full well there will be many unplanned encounters.  Today has already brought delightful conversations with the phlebotomist, the pharmacist, a barista, and even the cat.  I consider what connections I may plan today, never knowing exactly what the outcome will be.  It remains to be experienced... all of it.

It’s all about connections:

The ones we choose to make;

The ones that catch us unawares;

The ones that trip us up

In front of Starbucks;

The ones that wait

For the dead of night

Only to come to light

In the soft silver gray

Of dawn.

Connections that grow

With sunlight,

Grow when watered;

Connections

With no known meaning

In this time and place,

Only to offer their possibility

So much later.

And sometimes

Never at all.