Serendipity

After writing the poem “The person I cannot love,” I started to reflect on how people encounter each other. Somehow, the story between us, like all stories between other friends, families, and lovers, was written in the universe thousands of years ago. Serendipity brings these stories to life.  

Our encounter was determined,

On the day the galaxy was born.

In infinity,

Only Fates could explain it.

Maybe,

It’s the work of the Universe.

Perhaps the lock our eyes made

froze the clock that once 

rhymed;

Maybe,

We are just a beautiful accident, 

Crashing into the galaxy of love,

Nestled in Collapses the swirling isolate,

A binary of perfection,

Eternity.

Maybe,

you are the planet in my orbit. 

Spinning endlessly in the universe,

vast and wide.

Yvonne Wu is an emerging poet whose love for prose and verse began with a chance encounter with 18th-century British Romantic poetry. Drawn to its celebration of nature and emotion, she found in it a mirror of her own vibrant spirit. Her poems are rich in emotional responses to the world around her, capturing fleeting moments with sensitivity and depth. Yvonne is currently working on her first collection of poems, soon to be published.