If life is what happens to our plans, then dance is what happens to our steps.
ideas sometimes when you wait they come to you.

Preparation for starting with BAPP

Sunday, 7 November 2010

Poem (4)

Call in times

I met an old friend in the mirror
And promised her I would not let her disappear.
Then looked at my diary and tried to fit her in again sometime soon…
Our loving meeting: where she moved across the floor timid and still quite hurt
Left me with promises of salads and time
I wonder how good a friend I am to all the work she did when she was younger.

I met old friends who appeared out of the crowd
And hugged me
“Oh my god 16 years, where did it go!”
Then we sat together and I felt the joy of just being with someone who knows me
All the things I think at times I must have imagined: they talk about memories Tripping off the tongue
They are so beautiful and alive
I promise I will email
Left me with a feeling I do belong to the person in the mirror.

1 comment:

  1. i loved this poem.. as i could relate to the promises I'm constantly making to myself.
    'Then looked at my diary and tried to fit her in again sometime soon…' such a literal but effective way to put it.
    It is always a battle to get'salads and time'!