The moment you arrive
We are in our universe,
A universe of jubilant rendezvous,
And when you leave, what then?
What result do I crave?
What do I want you
To take with you?
Your life,
I want you to know,
is a form of art.
Your pen connects
Your brain to your hands
And mine to mine
But I don’t want to steer.
You do it.
That makes the most sense now.
If we get this process right,
All will follow.
If you know
That we can all live
With a cathedral’s philosophy,
Mortality becomes
A handy due date,
Not a deadline,
But just as certain a payout
As alien abduction insurance
With its comic calculus of maybe.
What else?
Pure conviviality,
A deliberate conversation and regular walk
Taken in silence with one another,
Holding the quiet between,
Like befriending a crow
And then?
Foil and shine and unbidden gifts
Owned by none.