Stay

Maxfield Parrish sky

And my bag is packed

Don’t know what I’ll find

On US 101

Maybe I won’t have to look

If you ask me not to go

Into the unfolding without you

The mirror shows the truth

Pressing urgently back at us

We look there and see faltering hearts

With something less than certainty

And maybe more than faith

These disentangled thoughts

Occurred to me last night

In the hit-and-run rain

And the dark hour encounter that healed me

I could not find more sure things

Than your tender look

Before you tumble into sleep 

And the calm that always finds you there

I feel these things of cinnamon

That compel me not to despair

About what may be out there

On US 101