they are unknowns.
I met her on the other side of the creek,
we crossed paths twice and knew we would be friends.
we still are.
I met him on a beach in Oregon, when the wind
was blowing through my waist length hair, and
we walked together holding hands.
We are still friends although separated by
hundreds of miles.
I met him in the Naropa courtyard
at 6:30 am on my way home from that place
across the creek.
there always seems to be water.
I hope we are still friends.
At first they are unknowns,
with time and luck, they become