Music Well – Dosia McKay, Composer, Painter, Writer

Reflections on Art and Life

Timing

Once upon a time
Or maybe today
Their paths crossed
Or maybe they didn’t
At the main entrance
Or maybe on the fifth floor
It was the beginning
Or the end of all things

He was late for the meeting
She was early for the train
Warm wind was sweeping
Empty streets
Or maybe it was raining
During the rush hour

She changed her mind
At the last moment
Or maybe she was determined
He hesitated
Or maybe his mind
Was already made up

She made the right turn
And so did he
Except the Narrator
Fell asleep
And so it was
A few minutes too late
Or maybe a second too early

©2008 Dosia McKay

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