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 yourself

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you have ignored

for another, who knows you by heart

 

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf

the photographs, the desperate roles

peel your own image from the mirror

Sit. Feast on your life

 

Derek Walcott