I like to open the windows at night
for company. Sometimes
it’s the moon
who comes in for a visit, or maybe
the wind or the stars.
I am never lonely!
So very late. Starlight. Moonlight.
The crisp feel of the air in March.
So much time has passed now, so many years
that age is starting to catch up with me.
Finally, tonight, it is over.
Father, I forgive you. Now,
A setting moon, westering, only one night
on the wane. And there is my oak,
taking on a hard wind. Lovely, that.
Across the dark, wide prairie of the sky
is a slight golden hue deep in the east.
A winter night begins its cold surrender.
You haven’t got me yet, you bastard.
Look at me! A man, standing
here on the earth. I still live.