Wait for Me

Wait at the mouth of the cave.
If you have no cave, then wait

At the side of the creek. No?
Well, wait and watch the oak twig

On which one of those green leaves
Looks too fat and eats the rest.

It could start to spin, that leaf.
It could melt in its own silk

And fly off once days have passed.
Don’t have whole days to watch pass?

Wait in a chair by smudged glass
And watch just this one day end.

Like the mouth of a cave, dusk
The sun slips in. It’s gone then.

The First Poem

It will eat us
And all our time
In our own night.
We’ll leave small trace

Or none at all.
It will eat us,
And we know it,
And we say so,

And still we fight
And make up lies
To pass our time
And make up gods

And pray to stay,
To shine as bright
As stars that die
In their own night.