Kitchen Door

Spirits rise, roll their eyes
right across the room,
resting in the corner of the hall––
and I wait for the kitchen door
to speak up for the broom
–leaning in and pushing for us all
And I ask aloud just where you are
and think I hear you say,
“I’m everywhere, my love, that you can find––”
then wonder is that me I hear
or some imagining,
or did your voice just always
speak through mine?
Let’s clear the air off the stairs
and out onto the lawn,
and let our laughter run off with the day––
with every shout, the lights go out
––they carry on til dawn,
until there’s nothing left to give away
And I ask aloud just where you are
and think I hear you say,
“I’m everywhere, my love, that you can find––”
then wonder is that me I hear
or some imagining,
or did your voice just always
speak through mine?
You asked me to not cry for you
when this time would come,
but no: I’m not beholden to that now––
for what begins is worth the end
when all that we have done
grows wild over the blade of every plough
And I ask aloud just where you are
and think I hear you say,
“I’m everywhere, my love, that you can find––”
then wonder is that me I hear
or some imagining,
or did your voice just always
speak through mine