Unknown.  Unforeseen.
She came to me unlike any other.

A wisp of origin blown apart by her eyes like
The golden brown of sunlight in late afternoon.

Completely and utterly caught
Within a millisecond of her smile.

Her face, framed by long black hair,
Instantly projected all of her: genuine and genuflected

Straight through to my Honesty –
So I began to speak with vulnerability of truth

As though the world stopped all around us,
And we were the only two people alive.

At Fourth & Broadway by the foot of palm trees
My life changed forever,

Where her smile is still carved
At the root of my soul.

© K. James Ribble