TO JOSH, MY SON
a synchronicity of love and joy for all my life.

Already by age eight,
you had learned from nature
the deepest human paradox:

Running so elatedly to the edge of the pond,
with the bread you had carefully broken -
duck-bite-size-
your face, alight with impassioned expectation,
fell in disappointment and despair:
not one white feather anywhere.

The choice: keep your bread
Or cast it upon the waters anyway:
Tardy ducks might come
Some other - Joshless - day.

A toss -
and suddenly, oh, your rallied smile,
your revived face!
an arrow of ducks appeared gliding,
single-pointedly, to your feet:
more than ever you had expected,
coming closer than ever you had hoped,
from thin air, from nowhere, everywhere.

And may it always
Happen like that,
Josh.

from
Unexpected Miracles:
The Gift of Synchronicity and How to Open It
by David Richo, PhD, copyright 1998, all rights reserved.
Used with permission from
The Crossroad Publishing Company, New York

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