It could be tomorrow. <br />Or the day after. <br />The important thing will be <br />that you’ll know when it happens that <br />it’s what you’ve been waiting for <br />perhaps all your life <br />you’ll go out of the door as usual <br />at the usual time <br />but instead of turning right <br />you’ll turn left <br />just that <br />and then it will unfold <br />like someone else’s life <br />and you’ll talk to different people, <br />listen differently <br />see differently <br />and then find yourself writing <br />in a quite different way <br />perhaps even in a strange language <br />about emotions you never had before <br /> <br />deep down, it’s always been whispering <br />no singing, in your ear <br />like when you were a child <br />and there they were behind you but <br />you could never turn round quick enough <br />to catch them. The other poetry <br />you never wrote but you know it’s there <br />maybe waiting for you <br />maybe waiting for someone else <br />but there. So close. <br />Maybe one day. <br />Or the day after.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0026-the-other-poetry/
