Poem: Heat Lightning

Serendippity seems to be the key to it all.

Heat Lightning

No common sense to finding love
It comes like heat lightning,
when there is no storm
Caring not a damn for schedules,
arriving unpredictably,
at the wrong time,
out of sequence
and usually cracking a joke

If you grin and say I’m wrong,
then walk your own road
and don’t be surprised
when you stumble,
on the way to certainty
You may have made a reservation,
tipped the headwaiter,
and still find no tables empty

Love happens when you’ve forgotten laundry
and your mind
is on other things
Stopping to tie a shoelace,
you look up
and there it is,
smiling and confused,
not expecting you either
Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman's
poetry collection

available here in print
or as an e-Book
in your favorite formats.