That taste

I haven't posted anything for a while - there's writing, but it's not quite for here. The book is taking over, but this poem seems to have a place.

On Saturday, Sam Gray read a poem, Lorna Crozier’s Packing for the Future: Instructions.

I love how one poem can bring something to another.

The image is by Filip Kominik, a Czech photographer. I was looking for open doors and layers.

I hope you like the poem - let me know in the comments.

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Take the taste of how things are –

flavours of now – and now – and now –

when the door closes – leave regret behind.

Loss is a burden you won’t need  –

you’re ripe to be wherever you’re to land –

but take as yet unlived priorities –

what matters now – the way you need to be –

the grace to free yourself from layers of past –

and who you’ve been till now –

remember – nothing’s gone –

or absent – mourned –

in this now dawn – then has transformed –

a smell of somewhere else –

a velvet touch of being anywhere –

a coming home – right here