Poetry

You  Are Right That I Am Lucky

I am lucky to live in a world
ablaze in the spring,
the long bodies of the trees
and the brown shoulders
of the earth itself
enrobed in floral glory.

This world at least
requires no viral crown.
I am fortunate to live in a body
fluid, flexible, fit,
that loyally shadows
me through the days,
and shyly accepts the invitation
to lie down with me at night.

And even on a planet unbalanced
by the erratic gravity of fear
I am lifted and held in grace
by an invisible web of love
that catches me when I fall,
helps me find my feet again.

– Robert A. Neimeyer

Love After Love 

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was yourself,
Give wine. Give bread.

Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. 

Feast on your life.

– Derek Walcott