Coincidence or Synchronicity? (A rewrite of "Fly Away")

I.

Walking home

So many invisible people on the street,

Too many lights

This voice will change.

Wrapped too tightly in my own thoughts

A black leash swinging from my hand

Something floats to the ground ahead of me

Catching my attention

Gray and light, drifting like snow or ash

A feather,

I am brought back into the physical world,

And I look around me, feathers falling noiselessly to the ground,

Tiny and the color of soft death,

A trail perpendicular across my own path

So very quiet, so very very quiet

Where did all the sound go? 

A peregrine falcon 

Regards me from the bare bare branches 

Of a long dead tree.

The question of course is:

Was it all just coincidence? 

II.

Dream-walking,

Music playing

Eyes turned inward 

I catch the words just as the song ends.

I am so often too wrapped up in my own head

And I miss the world around me

"I see fire..."

My thoughts are suddenly snapped back into the present 

By a song 

Familiar and unfamiliar,

But suddenly the place ahead of me,

Just down the street--

Doesn't look like home anymore.

So I turn and run,

Loose shirt billowing in the wind

Like a skin shed

And flight taken.

III.

Now every third time I walk that road

I pause just before the fence that leads down the street

To the house I grew up in,

And I wait for that feeling,

Though that was summer

And this is winter

Masquerading as spring. 

One a day, 

The other a dream, 

My life is never just now;

it is then, 

The bridge between past and future;

And all memories live in my hands, 

All seasons dwell in my heart.