Wednesday, February 3, 2021

The Opening

 

The Opening

January 21, 2021


Come into my house

sweet people

little ones with stories

I have missed you


Strangers no more

time and space reclaimed

we shall grow to know each other better  


Between politics and pandemic there has been much 

Anger

Separation

Grief

Fear

Hunger 


Come to me,

new friend

let us cultivate the thrill of our novelty with

bold humor

new music

forget work and responsibility for a while 

make curry

drink deep dark wine

skip school and go hiking in the wild


Come back into my life,

old friend 

my Constant


Stream of thought and being

always known,

too long forgotten  

all because of mutual misunderstandings

Skewed ideals 

Quick tempers

Intolerance 

Devious plots

Angry fires


I promise now,

hand on my heart 

if it convinces you further


Come into my house

I will remember kindness

share softness 

dispel your fear 

feed the hunger

listen to your stories 


2 comments:

  1. I would gladly come into your house again, dear friend. Your poetry, like the divine being you are, is beautiful.

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