The Love Of Strangers (Poetry)

All is possible — there are no earthly limits —
opportunity is random as the rain —
a café table or a midnight train —
where suddenly from nowhere chance transmits

Love’s frequency — a jolt — a diamond spark
that sends her staring — searching through the dark
and there he is — unknown and unconcerned
with such attentions — brooding — oblivious

to fantasies sublime that skim across
in an eyeblink — passion briefly burned —
all lived in seconds — the whole story told
and history before the moment’s old.

If he should glance up once and give away
some clue he is aware of his role cast —
and how, however fleeting, something’s passed
between two strangers with no words to say

imagining a scene — a moonlit stage —
she’ll be his fiction — turning with the page.