The universe sometimes sends signals.
Unannounced.
Unforeseen.
Like the phone call.
Pushing aside a podcast.
An old friend’s name illuminating the screen.
Ann, I called. How are you?
Her voice hesitant, did I call you?
I’m on hold with a doctor’s office.
We both laughed.
Hung up.
Till she rang back a few minutes later.
Explaining she must have hit a wrong button.
Dialing my number.
Both of us agreeing it was meant to be.
A way to catch up.
Share news.
Exchange New Years’ greetings.
It could not have been by accident.
Rather, serendipity, fair fate.
Mysterious happenstance.
Nudging us communicate.
Lynn Benjamin
January 4, 2024