Poem II-11: First Time

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-11: First Time

Fifty years have passed
Since she noticed
The dancing steps
The same flow of life
Reveals to her
The timeless reality
No one sees

In those long years past
They moved closer and closer
But the smokes of war
Drove them apart
Now transformed by the whirwind of time
The dancing steps
Place them
Eye to eye

She dances like in the past
As in all her previous lives
She will move forth
To meet again
The steps dancing
As they did
As they do
And always will
For the first time.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005