The time will come when with elation
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror
And each with a 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 live
Whom you ignored for another who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes.
Peel your own image from the mirror
Sit. Feast on your life.
~ Derek Walcott
