IN THE MORNING Poem by Rutger Kopland

There must be something as we go to sleep
we lay down and went to sleep

what was it then - as the final words
for the world grew fainter and fainter:
moonlight: far-off a dog, quiet breathing,
odour of a man, a woman,
night and once again night

that said, as even the last word night had been
put out: these are still our own arms
in which we fall apart into this black hole
this is still our own body

that said something, while there were no more words left

there must be something now the word morning
slowly lights up and it becomes morning
that held us together and lets us go
as we lie here like this