dominos

A series of coincidences
Perfectly aligned
So that I could arrive
Where I am

But as it was happening
I had no idea
How significant they were

Random occurrences
Mean so much
Over the course of a life

And like dominos
That have been constructed so carefully
In a line

Every piece that falls
Impacts another

I often think
About the pieces that have already fallen
And those that have yet to fall

But all that truly exists
Is the piece of this moment
Those that fell yesterday
Remain on the table
I wonder if anyone cleans them up
Or if im meant to

And maybe
One of these days
The dominos will run out
Fall off the table
And none if it will matter anyway