I Knew It Was You
A haiku on recognition — the moment you meet someone and feel certain you've already known them somewhere before.
There’s a phenomenon I don’t have a real name for — meeting someone and feeling, without anything to base it on, that you’ve known them before. Not literally. More like a recognition without context.
I wrote a haiku for it. Three lines were all it needed.
Flowing like the wind
Memories from a past life
I knew it was you
Maybe it’s projection. Maybe it’s pattern recognition firing in some part of the brain that doesn’t tell the rest of itself why. Maybe it’s something more — I don’t know, and I don’t think I need to.
Either way, when it happens, you should pay attention.
— JTC