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World Poetry Day
I just listened to the live YouTube broadcast.
Such a wonderful Nidra.
I am sharing this poem today since it is World Poetry Day and because it came to me in a dream.
It kind of is a dream.
No Apology
The moon shines down, on the temple
The temple of your heart.
Waiting for the bus on a grimy night
Decades away from here
The number seven, driven by your shadow.
Or is it the shadow of the number seven, driven by you?
The electronic information board says it is decades away.
Yet in one sigh of your breath, kissing the cold air,
It is here.
It arrives in a confused finale of smoke and grumbling apologies,
Spitting out the commuters like a mouthful of unwanted fishbones.
Fishbones making their way into the unashamed night.
No apology needed.
None given.
You make your way to an unwanted seat.
The only one.
Next to the unwanted, dishevelled woman, and her unwanted child.
The child looks accusingly at you.
As if its very existence was always your fault.
And you apologise for sitting down.
No apology needed.
The bus waits for all eternity before moving into the lightless night.
Infinite numbers of souls arrive and depart,
Yet no one moves. How could they?
There is nowhere to go.
All that is asked of you is to wait.
Your destination has always been known,
Although never revealed.
Hold my hand. Hold hands with everyone who has ever loved you.
And don’t apologise to them for loving you.
This is your destination.
Love. Love is your destination.
No apology needed.
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