Invitation

Midge Goldberg

You know the sort -- the postcard that gets stuck 

 between the ads for siding and the plea 

 for missing children, that you usually 

 toss out, another scrap for the garbage truck. 

But, to your own surprise, one day you pluck 

 the yellow flyer out and go, and he 

 and you first meet, which just as easily 

 might not have happened, a simple case of luck: 

enough to send you screaming to the skies 

 about the crazy vagaries of it all, 

 everything resting on a thing so small, 

the million chances you don't recognize, 

 much less take, and then, the one you took --

 the random blessedness of that one look.