Well I didn’t expect this.
It’s like:
the first whiff of fresh-baked bread.
Or the smell of spring in the morning
through an open bedroom window.
I didn’t expect this.
the surprise/appreciation/delight
of your gift – all the better
because it was unlooked-for.
It fit. It fit perfectly, as if
someone had me in in mind (and of course…you did).
And now I wonder what
will make you laugh with joy?
What can I give to you
to let you see what you gave to me?
I didn’t expect this.
This is friendship. This sharing
of delights and trust. This is what
I didn’t expect. This is more
than polite neutral damning acquaintances.
This is the smell of rain on dirt, of sun on my face, of warm bread-and-butter.
This is everything. Everything unexpected.
– 2002
Pocket Sized 