“First Meeting” by ASJ Tesssim
When I first met you, I knew I had come at last home,
Home after wandering, home after long puzzled searching.
Home, after long being wind-borne, wave-tossed, night-caught’
Long being lost.
And being with you as normal and needful and natural
As sleeping or walking; and I was myself, who had never
Been wholly myself; I was walking and talking and laughing
Easily at last.
And the air was softer and sounds were sharper
And colours were brighter and sky was higher
And length was not measured by milestones and time was not measured by clocks….
And this end was a beginning…
And these words are the beginning of my thanks.
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