I was going through some old files and came across a poem I wrote a number of years ago about the joy of chance encounters.
It was written after a touring holiday, during which we stopped in a small country town called Carcoar in New South Wales.
Intending to stop for just a short break – to stretch our legs and enjoy the scenery – we came across a wee art gallery. A ‘brief chat’ with the artist became a fascinating four hour conversation with him and a friend of his!
A place called Carcoar.
A meeting of strangers
yet a meeting of minds.
We talked,
the four of us,
and the air vibrated
with ideas.
Travelling, teaching,
theology, philosophy –
much more was discussed,
much given and gained.
My head was buzzing
from excitement and learning,
and I felt within me
a deep satisfaction.
To experience such growth
unexpectedly
is one of life’s greatest
serendipities.
A chance encounter indeed – we never met again, and I no longer remember their names.
But the experience remains as a bright memory, filled with warmth, colour and the serendipity of discovery.
Such unexpected encounters are indeed jewels woven into the fabric of our lives.
Ann Busby says
Beautiful, Sue. Hopefully they’ll run across the poem and write to you-wouldn’t that indeed be serendipitous! Ann