Forty years later
forty years later an imperfect moon
unfolds like a water lily of the sky
gradually another light
begins to lap the shores of night
now all light is one
inward moon and outward sun
by South African poet
Shabbir Banoobhai
(my favourite)
A moment ago, it was dark, now my room is room is full of light, of this day.
I have been up since 5 a.m to meet your evening. By now, you are fast asleep.
We take turns to tread this wheel; you keep my head up, I keep your heart strong.
And once in a while, when the stars align, we meet at the bridge of infinity and tell our stories, share a smile.
Time got nothing on us.
Forty years later, we’ll still be 23.
Vackert!