Omniscient

This is what it means to be all-knowing:
to divine how, at a downtown crossing,

two paths intersect, the walkers never
looking up or slowing, but ever

so slightly, the hems of two garments
brush each other, leaving only hints

of what was not to be a meeting
of two familiars, greeting

each other with a kiss, an embrace,
but only two people in a shared space

with no connection besides your godlike eye,
confident in a marvelous geometry.