I’ll never forget my high school friend’s older sister saying this at his graduation party, *Do you ever, like, just wonder, man … why at this exact time in your life you’re reading this book?*

It’s similar in a way to what you asked, and yes, I wonder about that all the time. I often change my route according to the color of the traffic lights. If the light is green, I’ll go one way. If it’s red, I’ll go another. 

On this particular day, I was just spacing out and missed my turn. What was I thinking about at that time? Now that you’ve asked, I wish I could remember. 

One of the poems that you like came from that moment. Sort of. I stumbled upon a nice pile of rocks in a place where you wouldn’t normally expect to find such a perfectly stacked and balanced pile of rocks. When I first wrote the poem, I ended it with that image but it just didn’t have any impact. Then, a week later I got to thinking about how my mother had lost her wedding band some years ago and how shortly after she and my father divorced. And this memory of sorts led to other thoughts which brought me to the image of lost wedding bands stacked and balanced perfectly. 

I thought that image made for a much more intriguing poem/story.