Finally

Fittingly this is the last of my previously published poems from the pamphlet submission. Written in 2007 but feels like it could have been written this year.

Over

In the end,

without explanation,

whatever the cause,

all the words will come crashing to a halt

on a Tuesday morning

or a Sunday afternoon,

in February or June,

as rain slides down a kitchen window

or sunlight casts deep shadows on a road.

We won’t have finished working out

the thing we really meant to say

when suddenly it will be over.

All the days we wore sweaters

and sighed; ate scrambled eggs;

searched for keys;

left the house, hearing birds

in the hopeful morning,

finally leading us to this.