And if by staying I can

sing a hymn of Saturday evening
with greasy pizza on newsprint tables
my post-communion feast
my sisters knocking back packets
of Parmesan cheese
to the unseasoned server’s horror
 
And if by staying I can 
toast to new friends poolside
toes swirling in the cerulean wetness
below me Ashli
a High Noon in one hand
and her wife’s face in the other
for their first dining room table scheming
 
And if by staying I can
eat supper on the back porch
my own homegrown cilantro and peppers 
and quick cutting across the sky 
birds I can now identify 
as Black Vulture, Great Horned Owl,
I will sit here until the sun sets
 
And rises