Take our cue from time, the master. Learn to weigh
everything equally: hope and grief, two sides
to a partner we should love unconditionally.
Learn to love a clean kitchen, as well as the ants
around the bin like the spoor of something
left unsaid, something important.
... ...
To love the smell of rain, the cold rain on our faces.
Love the thunder and the sleep it cracks open.
What we have now. And what will come after.
- extracted from Take Our Cue from Time by Cyril Wong
Read the full poem here: Take our Cue from Time
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