Calculated Equation

A face in my thoughts, then a phone call I get.

A whisper from fate had placed the connection, I bet.

My mind's intent, a subtle wave, travels through space,

The call is just the final touch, finding its rightful place.

A series of numbers, a repeating sign,

A silent voice of destiny working to align.

My mind, already searching, begins to see,

A personal message, meant to be free.

A long-lost friend appears in a faraway crowd,

A gentle hand of fate turns my head around.

The traffic light lingers, the bus is delayed,

As the atoms of chance are perfectly arrayed.

A book falls open to a folded page,

A gentle nudge from destiny sets the stage.

Physics and gravity, a whisper of air,

And a long-lost photo is suddenly here.

An event unfolds, a scene from a dream,

A signal from fate, a true weaver of the unseen.

My mind catches faint clues, before they are in view,

And the future is known, before the day is new.

We call it 'coincidence,' but have you ever thought,

How truly planned it might be, how destiny is taught?

And as you read these words, at this very time,

Is your presence here by chance, or by a rhyme?