A Poem for Ezra

I haven't forgotten

The poem I promised

Remember

We couldn't sleep

So we read poems instead

Strangers

Finding connection

In the rhythm of workds

Words like foam

On ocean waves 

Moving by divine right

Bursting in their own sweet time

Like strangers

Thrown together

Submitting to a fate

Planned at the beginning of time

We met for some reason

Time will tell