Go in Peace

The light above the stairs is burnt out
and another Sunday evening passes by
without my replacing it.

I climb into the darkness
again on my way to bed, leaving
my day on the landing.

When I wake at three
and see a moonbeam
nestling in the moss green blanket

tangled like a fetter around my feet,
I remember that I spent the whole weekend
contemplating the nature of

I escaped the limestone cathedral
from the side door

and drove through my tears,
until I sat along the mantle’s edge
of the river across from the still

dropping cliff, among the clover
where a lone black ant
crawled up the ridge of my shin.

Lying on my back in the shallow shadows,
I find that I now want to know more
than I did yesterday.

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