Answer

Love calls unannounced 

Sometimes at 2 pm

Sometimes at 9 am

I have never been sorry to answer 

And sometimes I have missed her call

But she was never resentful.

Sometimes she emails 

Her emails read like letters

And sit patiently for up to one week

In my inbox, but get irritated 

If you let them sit for much longer.

I leave my door open and light on

For her especially if it is dark 

Because I know she occasionally 

Stumbles as she seeks to find her path 

Inside she will always bring warmth.

And if you see her crossing your path

Give her, give her whatever you have

In your heart, and she’ll spin 

Your views into art

She’ll shape your arms into hugs 

Your ears into songs

Your legs into dance

And your thoughts into light.

50

I am approaching the threshold of midlife

With the shock of rude awakenings

That power trumps principles 

Loyalty lies with money

And lies are ok to those who talk about equity

Since this is not really about practice, but just theory.

I have spent half of my life 

Romantically trying to change the world

To make it turn around slightly smoother

And it the right way, and was burning in flames

For each one of this engine’s mistakes.

Will I spent the rest of my life being wise 

Trying to turn myself around it?

I could work  for my own peace 

Towards bursting  only in laughter 

Rather than tears 

Try to only burn logs of hope 

for those who who still try to change the world;

Try to learn and sing  the song for Kemal 

With the old man who lived to tell the story 

Of the young cherub who died 

Fighting  other’s fight.

Enough of the fight, half the game

Is already over , now let’s have some fun 

We’ll think more about this

if we have the time tomorrow