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.