My friends

My friends

My Friends
Before the Flood
Whenever I Go There

This is a place where a door might be
here where I am standing
in the light outside all the walls

there would be a shadow here
all day long
and a door into it
where now there is me

and somebody would come and knock
on this air
long after I have gone
and there in front of me a life
would open

AuthorW.S. Merwin
2018-08-21T17:23:22+00:00 March 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 41|0 Comments