I’ll Leave it at That
What are birds
In the night
If not air’s flat iron
Of bone, the river’s mercy
Sings, a darker cadence –
Do you know
The place I mean
No trains run there
There are no birds to speak of.
At first glance the world is always terrifying
Then beautiful, then terrifying again –
Where do they put all of the things we’ve seen
After we go, who will speak of the snow
That fell across our life
In perfect layers of mute blue hush
Here. It is morning.
It is almost as it never was.
I was happy to have seen
What little of the world I saw.
Pain gave me more than it took.
There was never enough beauty
For any of us.
I could say more
But the words don’t feel right.
I’ll leave it at that.