The Universe keeps poking me

Who knew it had fingers

I know you think of me. I can feel it.

I still think of you. Mostly when the Universe pokes me.

poke Our neighbor has your name. poke Your truck is in our garage. poke We have the same words in our addresses.

pokepokepokepoke poke Country dancing. pokepokepokepoke

poke I was in line to get on a plane recently with a man in front of me your height, build, hair, same lower leg idiosyncrasy.

poke At the gym the other day a man was getting in the water as I was getting out. He looked like you.

poke You show up in my dreams in your boots, jeans, and tank top.

With every poke I remember.

F*cking Universe.

©2021, Marilyn Wolf