We were traveling this weekend. And almost every time we travel, I get in a conversation with someone who I wish would move in next door. It reminded me of this thing I wrote one time that’s never showed up on this blog. I know, the beginning is kind of pretentious. Or over-exaggerated. I doubt that many people would say I’m “etched permanently into their souls” 🙂 but… it’s how I feel about other people.
if, after meeting for the first time
(or tenth, or twenty-third)
you notice I have been etched
permanently into your soul,
it could be that I’ve already added you
to my someday forever wish list,
my heavenly cul-de-sac map.
I may (or may not) have noticed
this invisible thread spiraling out from my heart,
spanning unbreakingly across time and miles
spun mostly from fibers of common interests and thoughts
but also an indefinable substance…
(what is this affinity for certain people?
the lowest common denominator
in dozens of relationships,
built more by instinct than careful planning?)
I wonder… if maybe…
that tangle me up with humanity,
binding my heart to other people’s
(yours, for instance)
are made of nothing more than…
-not duty or obligation-
of a kindred spirit.