I think your life has runaway into the open field
Where life lives only in the morning
Next to the open places
Of a boy’s mind.
Yesterday and today. I thought of stay.
Pinned together on the collar’s bridge.
I thought of stay. On complex
Patterns of worksheets and socks
And tidy sequenced life cycles
Absent now at 9.
I thought of stay. On simple times
On a pillow’s breath and the stride above.
The crawl underneath an arch
And the river too wide to cross.
I thought of stay. Of the infinite type
Of kind eternal flies and perennials growing side by side.
The moon appearing in the same place in the sky
Each night. And the never-ending cry
Of the beggar passing by asking
Mommy, mommy will you stay?
Stay for a while.