Love At First Sight -- Jennifer Maier

(Poem #67)Love At First Sight You always hear about it— a waitress serves a man two eggs over easy and she says to the cashier, That is the man I'm going to marry, and she does. Or a man spies a woman at a baseball game; she is blond and wearing a blue headband, and, being a man, he doesn't say this or even think it, but his heart is a homing bird  winging to her perch, and next thing you know  they're building birdhouses in the garage.  How do they know, these auspicious lovers?  They are like passengers on a yellow bus painted with the dreams of innumerable lifetimes, a packet of sepia postcards in their pocket. And who's to say they haven't traveled  backward for centuries through borderless  lands, only to arrive at this roadside attraction where Chance meets Necessity and says, What time do you get off?  -- Jennifer Maier