Last Poem Only for the Mountain

It’s getting a little bit clearer,
Now that it’s finally darker.
Things will happen that will disappear—

Not utterly, not under the waves
Of light and gravity that swallow
But never surrender their dinners,

But if you care that your others care,
Or just care whether or not they care,
We’re here to tell you, in the darkness

There will be times it can’t be clearer
Even with all the other watchers,
You will do things that will disappear.