Reunion

It's been ten years or more
since we sat daily in the rebellious
coffee shop, the three of us,
school boys and laughing, full of caffeine
and dreams to burst a world
smoking cigarettes and blowing rings.

And now we sit at a bar in a park
in Berlin, thirty and more aware
of the world's trappings, its obstacle
course, its imperfections, wiser and
more fearful, but with many tales
to tell, each having travelled seperately.

On this journey, one must take note
of those passengers who are worthy,
keep track of their lives for the sake
of the future, for the history that is ours,
to share tales of the great adventure
later on, is a gift, and proves we exist.