I'm here to stay
on this mountain slope,
white again when I awoke, but nothing lasts,
the furnace in the cellar chanting like a monk,
Pandora on the nightstand
playing Dolphin Dreams,
the sea a long way off.
I'm here to stay,
the hood of night
lifts over me,
the shadow of the earth
rises at my back,
the world goes dark,
goes blue on black.
I'm here to stay
in the blue on black,
what joyful lives I've lived
with those who've come and gone,
how many storms, how many rains,
the barn, the shed are falling in,
I'm here to stay with what remains.
The dog is finished with her run
and joins me in the wreckage of the field
to watch the clouds expand.
My run, too, is at an end, or just about.
We chased the rabbit and came back.
We're here to stay
in the blue on black.
