A Chance Meeting
It was raining the day I got to town.
Water falling from me all around.
It seemed no part of me was dry.
Water was dripping in my eyes.
I stepped into a mall to get dry.
I wiped the water from my eyes.
Before me stood a woman in red.
Her beauty lost inside my head.
She said I looked like a drowned rat.
I said I was sorry about that.
“I walked into town in the rain.”
“That must have been a pain.”
“It was,” I said, water dripping down.
There was silence. Not a sound.
She said “You could use a warm drink.”
“I sure could.” I said with a wink.
“Come on, I’ll buy you some coffee.”
“You bet.” I said, “Black, not frothy.”
She laughed and led the way.
As we drank she happened to say
“What brings you to this town?”
“Passing through on my way around.”
“Around to where?” she said.
“To whatever comes into my head.”
“You’re a drifter then?”
“It depends on where I’ve been”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You’re not happy anywhere you’re at?”
“Anywhere’s a better place to be.”
“That’s a limited view, I can see.”
“Could you expand on that some more?”
She said “Have you never made a score?”
“You know.—- Someone to care for.”
“I’ve had my share of small town glories.”
“Nothing for which I would tell stories.”
“Do you think you will meet that ‘someone?’”
“Possibly, I won’t know till that day comes.”
We talked on one thing, then another.
Soon, we were happy we found each other.
It’s been years now since that day.
That ‘special’ someone came my way.
This town is now my home.
That lady in red is now known
as my one and only love.
That ‘special’ lady, from God above,
is the spice of my life, my loving wife.
Funny how things happen in life.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)