Reassurance

I must love the questions

themselves

as Rilke said

like locked rooms

full of treasure

to which my blind

and groping key

does not yet fit

and await the answers

as unsealed

letters

mailed with dubious intent

and written in a very foreign

tongue

and in the hourly making

of myself

no thought of Time

to force, to squeeze

the space

I grow into

‘Reassurance’ by Alice Walker 

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