Invitation

Midge Goldberg

You know the sort -- the postcard that gets stuck

between the ads for siding and the plea

for missing children, that you usually

toss out, another scrap for the garbage truck.

But, to your own surprise, one day you pluck

the yellow flyer out and go, and he

and you first meet, which just as easily

might not have happened, a simple case of luck:

enough to send you screaming to the skies

about the crazy vagaries of it all,

everything resting on a thing so small,

the million chances you don't recognize,

much less take, and then, the one you took --

the random blessedness of that one look.