Both are convinced that
has united a feeling sudden.
that security is beautiful,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.
imagine that as a previously unknown
not nothing had happened between them.
But what about the streets, stairways, corridors
in which could have been crossed long ago?
I would ask
not remember if
, perhaps a meeting face to face
once in a revolving door,
or a "what feel "
or sound" has been wrong "on the phone,"
but I know response.
not remember.
be surprised to know that long ago
chance to play with them,
chance not quite prepared for
become his fate,
that zoom,
that stood in their way
and to laugh
departed aside.
There were signs, signals,
but what to do if they were not understandable.
hovered there not
a road shoulder to shoulder
three years ago
or even last Tuesday?
There was something lost and found.
Who knows if any ball
in the bushes of childhood.
There were doorknobs and doorbells
in which a touch
overcame another touch.
Luggage, side by side, in a locker.
Perhaps a certain night the same dream
disappeared immediately after waking.
Every principle
is but a continuation,
and book events
is always open halfway. Wislawa Szymborska
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