What did I tell you, Mary,
\nwhen we met?
\nAfter the exchange of names
\nlater in that caf\u00e9,
\nwhose name I\u2019ve forgotten.
\nOver Mateus,
\nI told you a truth
\nuntil then unspoken.<\/p>\n
That my country is a diaspora of hearts,
\nmembers of my tribe,
\nthat here and there I see
\nand share
\nan exchange of eyes,
\ntouch of hands,
\ngesture of acknowledgment
\nto fellow travelers
\npassing in the crowd.<\/p>\n
But I never said a word
\nof these to others,
\nuntil we met,
\nand then knew,
\nmy regret would be
\nnot to say,
\nlove at first sight is you,
\nand you can go your way.
\nI made no claim.
\nYou had no obligation
\nto a man touched by you,
\nso fanciful in thought.<\/p>\n
But for life
\nI will be changed,
\nand so,
\nwe talked and talked,
\ntwo strangers talking,
\nlooking from the highest place
\nthey could stand,
\nand saw the world as one place
\nwhere they lived,
\nand at the center where they stood,
\nsaw each other perfectly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
What did I tell you, Mary, when we met? After the exchange of names later in that caf\u00e9, whose name I\u2019ve forgotten. Over Mateus, I…<\/p>\n