0026 The Other Poetry

It could be tomorrow. Or the day after. The important thing will be that you’ll know when it happens that it’s what you’ve been waiting for perhaps all your life you’ll go out of the door as usual at the usual time but instead of turning right you’ll turn left just that and then it will unfold like someone else’s life and you’ll talk to different people, listen differently see differently and then find yourself writing in a quite different way perhaps even in a strange language about emotions you never had before deep down, it’s always been whispering no singing, in your ear like when you were a child and there they were behind you but you could never turn round quick enough to catch them. The other poetry you never wrote but you know it’s there maybe waiting for you maybe waiting for someone else but there. So close. Maybe one day. Or the day after.