Still Life

Who are those people in that photograph
 Their faces look like yours and mine
 But you would never wear your hair like that
 And he doesn't look so saturnine
 Still life goes on the way it always has
 And means what it has ever meant
 And so as ever I'm prepared to trust
 In whatever meaning we invent
 We will always be weathered and tethered together
 Just you, my bellwether and me
 We will always be reaching our hands in the dark to see
 We are always unfolding, hands holding
 Our shoulders consoling in hours of need
 I will always be holding you closer and closer to me
 Where are those people in that photograph
 And did they ever settle down
 Whatever permanence they're looking for
 I hope it's out there to be found