Coincidence Annie

Through a glass your temple tables turned

Unerring down the paths of careless dance

And seemingly without rehearsal burned

Your way to distant hearts, which by some chance

Aligned with ancient facts you never knew.

A song-bird brimmed with synchronicity,

Announcing things that rhymed and then came true,

With white refrains who now watch over me.

If you see Sally, help her make it here.

How could she know to call that very date?

To lesser men in faith it might appear

That souls so linked may substitute for fate.

But now he gathers like a falling cat,

Sometimes coincidence is simply that.