That Red-Haired Girl

A haibun

Every person’s destiny is created by a single point in time, and we are forever tied to that event. When the world starts to make sense and the pages in the book of our life unfold to reveal a glimpse of what will become our destiny. Every decision we make and every action we take for the rest of our lives will always bring us back to that exact moment. For me, October 7th, 1972, at 8:16 AM was that moment. You emerged from the early morning fog like a mystical goddess passing through the veil between heaven and earth. As I watched you, my heart tried desperately to escape my chest and join you. longing to intertwine with your soul. Blood rushed through my body until my head became light and my vision began to fade. It was that moment that marked the beginning of the end of my innocence. I knew I would have to forfeit my youthful ways and learn to deal with the raging hormones of puberty. I understood that time and nature would force me to relinquish my body to the sometimes exciting, but usually frightening, world of a teenager. I knew that moment marked the beginning of the rest of my life.

like two ticking clocks

our hearts synchronized;

to the fate of time