Perfect Timings

 

Chasing sundowners in Berlin, Germany, 2024.

The innocence of perfect timings

sounds like an illusion, almost impossible 

yet something keeps us clinging, hoping

Perhaps it's in the rising of the sun, daily 

or the phases of the moon with promise

that tomorrow, the timing will make sense

Perhaps it's in the touches of laughter we share

the moments of vulnerability, to care

to let each other stroke our wounds

and feel every memory they carry with us

Such perfect timings that we get to marvel

at seasons that have made us cross paths

When perfect timings sit on the horizon

fading away like a mirage in the future

we glimpse at it in the distance with hope,

promises at heart, wishes in the stars

We are grounded by our imaginations

marveling at what tomorrow will bring

Or perhaps we are the perfect timings

placed in the places we are needed now

surrounded by the people we need now

What if perfect timings is us living now

What if we have always been there

and it was waiting for us to realize it

And so, wait, it is only a day closer

Hold onto those parts of each other

that keeps the wait worth the time

As seasons come and go in assurance 

the same assurance is for perfect timings

Everything works in its time for our good