A Life Poetry

Seeing that our paths are destined to cross, We by instinct maneuvered so that no time is lost To clear each others way adjusting on either side, As that point was reached so that we do not collide. With an acute acknowledgment from eye to eye As we without accident past and I asked why. Since nothing is by chance I wondered at each quick glance. What the meaning was of this encounter Did God decide you and I make silent banter?