Not Much Has Happened Since You Left
The weather swings around, the icecap melts,
Under the ocean floor the magma shifts about.
Not much has happened since you left.
The space between your poems grows
And day by day the calendar dispenses dates.
The weather swings around, the icecap melts.
Table bare and chairs where no one sits.
The papers tell us how we live and when we die.
Under the ocean floor the magma shifts about.
And we have learnt how grief and laughter
Ring each other round and now are still.
How love endures too short a time and yet is love.
The weather swings around, the icecap melts,
Under the ocean floor the magma shifts about.
Not much has happened since you left.