We all die in harness,
dragging sharp blades cross the belly of the earth.
But let me live one moment inside this welcome light
calling me now through the kitchen window,
the taste of coffee still on my tongue,
still sweet with cream.
Joy comes easily to me now, standing at my ease,
fields left unplowed, unseeded.
What remains is a joy there is no one left to claim.
A voice is heard calling a name I no longer answer to
and suddenly the moon is in the poplar tree with its companion
the first star.