Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself…
This is how Oprah ended our time together.
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 our life.
-Derek Walcott, Collected Poems 1948-1984, New York, Farrar Straus Giroux, 1986
Feeling and thinking so many things. I’m sure all will unfurl with every sunrise and sunset.
All at once... 