From Somewhere

Some days would kick around
Seagulls against the sky,
would wonder if I could be saved by love

None of us know where we are going
that’s the truth of it.
The universe, I guess,
came from the heavens,
the sky from somewhere else.
And down into the street I would walk
in my white summer jacket.
Now I am old,
my face shows it,
my body is slowing down,
I know it.
I can’t go on,
and on I go,
I stand in the sun.
The children have all left home,
I’ve been married for the second time,
and the papers never quite leave you alone.

Drinks are carried
from inside to outside.
It’s a hot July afternoon.