by Chris Sorrenti
There are no coincidences
- George Noory, Coast to Coast AM
While doing the dishes, I pull an SOS pad (the last one in fact) from the box;
to my surprise, twice the usual size. After scrubbing pots and pans clean with it,
I drain the sink, only to discover a dirty cookie sheet forgotten in the oven.
Thanks to the extra large scouring pad, I am able to scrub the cookie sheet clean as well.
After posting a poem about my father on the Internet, later that day he unexpectedly phones,
and wishes me Happy Fathers Day, and I to him, but then I nicely point out that Fathers Day
isn't until next Sunday. We laugh together at the idea of getting two Fathers Days in one year.
Last Sunday in June. A victim of circumstance; my son’s room & board is two weeks overdue.
He started a new job, but his first cheque won’t arrive until Thursday. My own payday is still
three days away. On the upside, the rent and bills are covered, with every last dollar I have
gone into groceries, and now it too has run out. With no bread or meat, less than half a
liter of milk remaining in the fridge.
Despite being broke, I head off to the last poetry reading before the summer break, unable to
buy myself even a cup of coffee. My poetry group’s website will soon be up for renewal,
and so I’ve asked around to see in addition to donations how many dollars everyone can pitch in.
I need a small miracle to get me through to payday, and politely bring this to God’s attention while
saying morning prayers. To my surprise and relief, after the reading, the Chairperson
hands me $95. of collected donations towards renewal of the website, still two months away.
I was reading a friend’s poem on the Internet, and as my eyes danced down the lines and stanzas,
absorbed the new meaning of words in their assemblage, a song suddenly popped into my head.
Crimson and Clover by Tommy James and The Shondells. At the time, why this happened,
I have no idea, nor paid it much attention, as poems often give off such energy. There was nothing
out in the open at least to give away the song.
I told the author in a comment below the poem, that it inexplicably reminded me of the song
Crimson and Clover. She wrote me back and said “Oh my God! You’ll never believe this,
but I was listening to that song while writing the poem.”
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Posted on 06/26/2006
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|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/27/06 at 01:22 AM|
I enjoyed these very much. We are all woven together...
|Posted by Christel Crews on 06/27/06 at 04:36 AM|
hehe.. oh the lovely randomness :) i love the glimpses of regular situations turning positive and leaving the reader feeling uplifted and happy :)
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 06/27/06 at 05:06 AM|
Hi Chris. I enjoyed the eclectic feel to this.
|Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 06/27/06 at 09:27 PM|
It's amazing when things are psychic like that, I believe in a collective conciousness for I know people who remember books they have never read and others who have memories that are not theirs...eerie but amazing. nice read. smh
|Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 06/28/06 at 04:17 PM|
Yes! My husband, a math profesor, always says...what would be shocking is if these things did NOT happen... the RANDOM pairings..like (maybe) #I and II... and probably Dawn's timetable (unless somehow she had noticed the change listed and registered it subtly, inconsciously...) which leads me to I think that people (especially poets, artists... are sensitive in a feeling, intuitive way, so they may unconsciously feel something (like the song in #IV)or set up he situation (as in #III)--but not in any "spooky" way just the natural underpinnings of the human mind...
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 06/28/06 at 10:42 PM|
Very well put together series of events. Well written as usual. Great read!
|Posted by Maureen Glaude on 07/05/06 at 03:35 PM|
I read this when I returned from my camping trip, but never got a chance to comment yet. It's so ironic, how these things happen, as we've often discussed with Juan. Some kind of magic. Coincidence or the lack of one of the mysteries of life. Well said.
|Posted by Amy Wustrin on 02/26/09 at 11:35 PM|
In the past probably 6 months, i have been overloaded by these kinds of "synchronicities." I was afraid maybe I was going nuts. Instead i keep finding out I'm not the only one. Whew! Thanks for sharing this!=)