I've never been much
of a believer
in the butterfly effect

but I have to wonder
when an icy patch
on our way to a camp site
can change our directions
entirely.

Imagine: a bear chases us
off the edge of the world
through a warphole
into a parallel world.

Somewhere, that patch of ice
wasn't there,
we didn't stop
to take a picture.
We didn't notice the transmission
fluid gushing.
We didn't turn around
and drive back down the path.

Somewhere, we ended up
together instead of where we are now.

Somewhere, there's another me
and another you,
I'm writing, you're drawing,
and we're together.

Sometimes, when I look in the mirror
I'm pretty sure that other me
is trying to tell me
that I should have melted that ice...