[response to my “Crossing the line” post of 02.27]
from “Love After Love,” Derek Walcott, for Ron (with 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…
Packing up Randy’s room.