To see a flash of lightening, one must stare
In the direction of its strike. One cannot guess
Where, suddenly, the slender branch will scar
The darkened sky with its electric kiss.

Had we been gazing elsewhere and had missed
Each other (back when music sparked our loves)
We might have never wed — the moment lost.

But we were ready; and so we share our lives.

Christopher Brooks May, 2004, revised Jan, 2005