NEW POETIC ORDER

…maybe you don’t quite remember the first time at the coast, casting the horizon afore you, wondering how this seemingly perfect box we live in, with it’s cloudy lid could be anything other than galactic serendipity. 

…maybe you don’t remember skipping stones for the first time either; but recall trying to count another skip with each stone tossed in the tideless pools. 

…maybe one day you’ll even forget the first time your soul synchronised with another’s.

Maybe then it’ll be easier trying this all over again.

And this time you’ll pick the right stone and there’ll be another skip to count.