The One Certain Thing

A day will come I’ll watch you reading this.

I’ll look up from these words I’m writing now—

this line I’m standing on, I’ll be right here,

alive again. I’ll breathe on you this breath.

Touch this word now, that one. Warm, isn’t it?

You are the person come to clean my room;

you are whichever of my three children

opens the drawer here where this poem will go

in a few minutes when I’ve had my say.

These are the words from immortality.

No one stands between us now except Death:

I enter it entirely writing this.

I have to tell you I am not alone.

Watching you read, Eternity’s with me.

We like to watch you read. Read us again.

Copyright Credit: Poem copyright ©2009 by Peter Cooley, whose most recent book of poems is Divine Margins, Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2009. Poem reprinted from Pleiades, Vol. 29, no. 2, 2009, by permission of Peter Cooley and the publisher.