A wasp hovers by the pond
A pigeon pecks the grass
Before stepping out, as pigeons step out
Across a lawn one thousand pigeon-steps wide
Another pigeon, perhaps the mate
Comes in from next doors garden
Then a magpie enters the scene
Black, white and dangerously fluorescent green
That a butterfly, or two
Remind me of a garden pond
Where someone other returned home
Most unexpectedly
I too am here by chance
By a thousand coincidences
If truth be known
Or if truth may be told
Any one of those decisions
Could have begotten
An altogether alternative path
Which love would happily have powered
