Beginnings

Coming so late, you made all early
Again — all was yet to do, nothing
To say — we had said everything
Before we met, some other place.
Each meeting confirmation, each
Greeting grace. Beatitude so easy
Could not but alarm. Drawn to a
Reflection irresistibly, we
Stopped, fearing to drown.

(Ruth Vanita, ποιήτρια από την Ινδία)