Let Me Introduce Myself
“Let me introduce myself'”… she said
to the smiling young stranger—
hand reaching to hand
across the ages.
In that brief moment of friendly contact
came an awakening awareness
of another time and place…
an antique land and a city of vibrant diversity…
a museum-university of ancient days…
delicious experiences of romance and humour…
then tragedy…
a brilliant, short life and a brutal death…
Is this an old friend? she wondered,
then let the past silently rebury itself
as she savoured the sunlit day.
November, 1996
Flowerpoet 