It Just Happens

There are times when we think
of someone or something,
a few hours later
they appear before our eyes.
You can call it what you may,
a mental telegraphy kind of thing.
I don’t really know
all I do know is that it happens
and with me,
it is quite regularly.
I’ll think f someone
and then hey presto
they are at my front door.
I think of a film
I haven’t seen for quite a long time,
I’ll look at the TV guide,
and low and behold,
you’ve guessed it
the film I was thinking about
is on the TV.
I can’t explain it,
nor am I even going to try.
All I will say is that
it happens to me all the time.

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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