Today...

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 ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from 
your bookshelf,


the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.


Sit.  Feast on your life.


              _derek walcott 
                                                           from collected poems 1948-1984