'Of all the gin-joints….' <br /> <br />Sounds 'big'. <br />Sounds Bogart. <br />Sounds improbable, <br />Unbelievable. <br />But what of you and me – <br />Is it really that impossible…? <br /> <br />Hominids, latterly humans, <br />So the anthropologists say, <br />Arrived on the scene <br />Some 70,000 years before today: <br />A whole continuum of space and time <br />To have missed each other in <br />By kilometres and minutes, <br />Yards and years, <br />Countries and centuries. <br />Any miss is as good as <br />A million miles or lifetimes. <br /> <br />But we didn't miss, did we? <br />Our trajectories intersected <br />The cross-hairs of probability <br />And our love leaped out of mere theory <br />And into daily reality: <br />A history inconsequential to History, <br />Maybe, <br />But indispensable to you and me. <br /> <br />Is it too preposterous or pretentious <br />To purpose <br />That somehow the world didn't <br />Want to do without us? ..... <br />Probably; <br />But then we'll never know, will we? <br /> <br />Does the ripple know the pebble? <br />Does the shadow know the light? <br />Does the winter know the summer? <br />Does the left hand know the right? <br /> <br />Can beginning know its ending? <br />Can tomorrow know today? <br />Can morning know the evening? <br />Only Love may know its way.<br /><br />Tony Jolley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-boldly-bogart/
