At last

I haven’t been alive very long but already I am tired of perhaps:

you’ll like it, you’ll make it, you’ll be happy.

What I yearn for, instead, is an at last.

Let me have an at last—

let me finally, at last, let me

rest my head on the shoulder

of the widower of my soul,

not in mourning but in knowing,

that some great and terrible trial is over,

and though the ache is with us,

we have survived it.

Because I have not been alive very long but already I am

wondering how much longer this part lasts,

until I reach at last.