A poem for my intuition

You rock up just when I need you

Unexpected, welcome, a surprise.

Force you to come

and you’ll hide and seek.

Unbidden, you’ll lift your disguise.

Synchronicity’s your friend

though I don’t always see her.

You tee up my clues

with your caddy of cleverness,

waiting for me to hit par.

You’re a coach to my inner knowing,

my always-there, everyday chum.

And with you on my brightest side

I’m guaranteed to hit a hole in one.

 

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