You will love again the stranger
who was yourself
Derek Walcott, Love after Love
The Green Goddess of Yelapa whispers
a caress across my cheek.
Tucked into child’s pose on this red tiled rooftop
I greet the sun at dawn.
Unexpected tears
fall to the serape cradling my face.
This secret long forgotten,
My body remembers.
—originally published in Awakening
