Timing's Everything

I remember having a conversation about relationships with a respected friend and mentor. While I was spouting about my trifling girl troubles, he said definitively, "Well, it all comes down to timing, brother." Timing. I remember being blown away with such simplicity. Is that all it is? I had my doubts. That is, until I read this poem.

Timing's everything. The vapor rises
high in the sky, tossing to and fro,
then freezes, suddenly, and crystalizes
into a perfect flake of miraculous snow.
For countless miles, drifting east above
the world, whirling about in a swirling free-
for-all, appearing aimless, just like love,
but sensing, seeking out, its destiny.
Falling to where the two young skaters stand,
hand in hand, then flips and dips and whips
itself about to ever-so-gently land,
a miracle, across her unkissed lips:
as he blocks the wind raging from the south,
leaning forward to kiss her lovely mouth.

                - "Snowflake" by William Baer.