The moment you noticed.

Healing, a waiting room, the appointment that was not the one you booked.

Livelihood. A bill, a job, a Thursday that somehow met itself.

A name said late in the meal. An introduction that nearly stayed unsaid.

Parents, children, neighbours, and the home between them.

Journeys, delays, and the protection that looks like a missed bus.

The land, a street, a key, a homecoming.

A page, a prayer, a question that arrived before the answer.

The small things it would be easy to call coincidence.