Sometimes, it may be years, it may be less,a life is merged with yours and then moves on,but where and how and why may not be knownuntil much later word comes backfrom that far universe as from a star,and suddenly you're shaken with this sensethat certain lives which occur were once mostimmediate to yours have lived and goneand you have only lately learnedsomething of how they lived, that precious knowledge
coined in a realm whose currencyis rarely recognised any longeras legal tender, those worn coinsas memory you can never tradeor spend for what they're worth while stillregretful for your own forgetfulness....
Monday, April 30, 2012
Bruce Dawe and the worn coins of memory
Experiences and meetings with people today remind me of the profound truth contained in Bruce Dawe's poem.
Of things just learned about people I knew a long time ago.
by Bruce Dawe