In Which a Coincidence May Be Meaningful
My mother says there is a portal in my backyard but the only word I can think of is synchronicity all these events linked together but not linked together how every time I look at a clock it is 11:11 and I have begun to fear numbers because what do they really mean when the last time I spoke to you a cardinal’s wingtip swept my face to nestle in a bush an arm’s reach away brave I deemed that bird and since then I have learned they are harbingers small carriers flitting between a here and a not here during each of my mother’s miscarriages a dragonfly hovered too long near her torso how I know my body has lost things I refuse to admit alone now at night I coax the dog from the yard and refuse to look behind me in case something is there a shimmering of occurrence