LAZARUS

Where to begin with such an ending?
Artful and sly, slowly pulling free
from us, watching the horizon curve
as blue becomes black, becomes the Earth,

A body of work retires, returns.
What’s it worth, such a back-catalogue
of airs and grace, of close encounters
of the heard kind, music of the spheres?

Much more than we can ever replay.
For myself, I own these memories:
Apollo, and the Eagle’s landing,
sex and rapture, and a world allowed.