Poetry at Sangam



EXCHANGES by Yahia Lababidi

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

What unexpected turns our losses take
in winding their way back into our arms:

an absent lover returns as many others,
a nation forsaken in the shape of a new life;

poems might take the place of parents
and friends gone come back as a wife.

If Love were not always a step ahead
how would it ensure we kept up the chase?