Arrival

A poem about our lives

I sat with her on the cool sand as the sun went down over the desert.

It would be getting cold soon, and she knew it.

We were told the universe still expands; but we saw nothing other than the shifting landscape.

From under her shawl, came her voice, "We'll never catch him."

I told her we would.

She lit up a butt and took a drag.

She asked me if I believed in life after death.

I smiled through the smoke and flame;

"I think we're already here"