Love At First Sight#
Wislawa Szymborska
They both thought
That a sudden feeling had united them.
This certainty is beautiful
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
They thought they didn’t know each other
Nothing had ever happened between them.
These streets, these stairs, this corridors
Where they could have met so long ago?
I would like to ask them,
If they can remember-
Perhaps in a revolving door
Face to face one day?
A “sorry”in the crowd?
“wrong number”on the phone?
But i know the answer
No, they don’t remember.
How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
Not quite yet ready
To change into destiny.
Which brings them nearer and yet furrher
Cutting their path
And stifling a laugh
Escaping ever further.
There were sings, indications, undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps or even last Tuesday
This leaf flying from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered?
Who knows , perhaps a ball already in the bushes, in childhood?
There were handles, door bells
Where, on the trace of a hand.
Another hand was placed
Suitcases next to one another in the left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
Forgotten on walking.
But every beginning
Is only a continuation.
And the book of fate is
Always open in the middle.