Lost On Me
As I sit here on this crooked porch
all evening sun and warbling birds
my face flush with urgent wine
sun kissing the sky goodnight
the hair on my neck sits up a little straighter now
applauding the symphony in the trees
I can hear the laughter and the thumps
inside the house our little cubs bounce
Ewoks tumbling into each other
without the faintest hint that all this, too
will someday pass.
And when that day comes, like me, they'll wonder,
into what tunnel did all this time tumble?
and worse —
how do we return to its big embrace
so simple, so warm, so safe.
So here I am, feet up, lips pinot-purple
putting fire to this joint
and stuck in my head even now,
pointing to all the ways
I'll ache for this time once again --
missing the entire fucking point.