We all die in harness,
dragging a blade we sharpen all our lives
across the belly of the earth.
But let me live one moment inside this welcome light
coming through the kitchen window,
while the taste of coffee is still on my tongue,
still sweet with cream.
Joy comes easily to me now, standing at my ease,
fields left unplowed, unseeded.
What remains after everything has been taken 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.