Asynchronicity

How can you know what is happening
to someone you love at the moment
you are washing your face, tending
to a nosebleed, talking to an insurance
agent on the phone? There is a world
where disaster and happiness sit
side by side just as they do in the one
you inhabit, a world where ice in a glass
makes water cold and coffee grounds
decant the same aromatic liquid. 
In that other world that isn't 
the world of your here, bodies fall 
from sniper fire; fruit rots in 
orchards, or gleams from baskets
along the highway. Whatever you 
might do in this world is not 
responsible for what happens
in that other one, though at night
you always ask yourself if this
is really true. The sun rains down.
Storms loosen and wash away 
what isn't fixed to a stronger 
foundation. When something lands
on the roof with a thud, how do you know
what dark wind is poised to touch you, 
or if it's already borne away that love 
on the other side of the world?