Entranced

I am not usually a poetry person, but there is something about this one. I simply love it. Perhaps because it opened a book that I recently finished. Perhaps because of entrenched truths. I don't know, but I find myself rereading it over and over. And that my friends, means something in and of itself.

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 your self.
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