Cuddly

Somehow,
I didn't see it.
Until this evening.
So obvious.
How the hell did I miss it?
Perhaps it was meant to be.
Significance of the day.

This morning, cleaning.
Throwing papers into a box.
To be sorted later.
But in every stack.
Another paper slipped out.
Professing truths.
Perhaps it is meant to be.
Significance of the day.

Green on white.
Looking again.
I don't know.
Anything more.

I still trust the universe.
Against my better judgment.
It hasn't failed me.
I follow my intuition.
And it has never been wrong.

I will listen.
I know what to do.