WATER AND TRUE LOVE
Water has its ways,
It’s always disappearing
Always returning:
Evaporating to leave,
And condensing to return:-
You need not worry,
That love, you feel has dissolved,
If true, will return:
Like water, true love condenses
And rehydrates broken hearts:-
Poetry is a thirst-quencher
I look forward to my daily cup
It rehydrates my parched spirit
Attenuates the bitter taste of life
Every sip, I savour
As I see poetry everywhere
In everything
In Toronto's tall buildings,
In its small cafés
In its multitudes
In the blue eyes, green,
And brown eyes
In the smiling faces
And the mirthless ones
In doors opening like gaping mouths
Ejecting hapless Torontians
In the big blue lake
In the multiple languages commingling with English
In the churches, mosques and temples
Side by side
In the aroma of ethnic cooking
In the wide highways
Offering endless possibilities
In the ever so brief but warm summers
In the hope written on immigrant's faces
I see poetry
In the priest's homily at Sunday mass
In the voice of a young mother
Scolding her child
I hear poetry
Poetry is a thirst-quencher
Pour me a cup
And I'll forever be your friend
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