Wednesday, October 25, 2023

The cradle

 



When in doubt,

I go back to 333031.

The love, the affection, unwavering,

After all this time, next to none.

 

I couldn’t help but revisit,

People who have shifted spaces.

But the respect showered, the attachment,

Mandate covering all places.

 

By the time I signed off,

I felt humbled, beyond words,

The humility, I now needed,

Some change was always on the cards.

 

The trio still goes strong,

Only on the periphery, changes occur.

On the inside, I get clarity,

On questions that recur.

 

I conclude, this space remains,

And the pursuit of love survives,

Beyond buildings and boundaries,

Beyond our ill-conceived notions of lives.