STRANGE MEETINGS
 
Sometimes we run into someone
just for once in our lives
 
and our bones refuse
to fit inside the skin
 
the same way.
 
Plans proceed as waves
and recede as doubts.
 
A fleeting joy
with gnawing pangs
of apprehension
 
the stretch between
experience and fear
 
seems like the time taken by a fish
to reveal and conceal itself
 
in front of a fish hook.