Call it serendipity.
Good fortune.
Surprise.
The discovery that Zev was in Florida.
The same time that we arrived.
Though we in Miami.
He in Ocala.
He agreed to drive three hundred miles.
Just to see us.
To intersect.
To connect.
And he did.
What did we do?
Simple things.
Basics.
Hug.
Hold.
Stroll the promenade.
To the pier.
Back again.
Talk.
Listen.
Eat.
Time slivered.
Between paying the bill.
Putting leftovers in a box.
In that fissure, a man approached the table.
He fist bumped Zev.
Eyed the box.
Zev offered: Would you like it?
The man studied the contents.
Took the food.
Thanked Zev.
Walked away.
For the stranger:
Serendipity.
Good fortune.
Surprise.
Kindness can be perennial.
Growing, scattering seeds.
Oh, that more of us could be Zev.
Generous, do good deeds.
Lynn Benjamin
January 31, 2022
