A Porch Made of Me

Up river, sings a lark
I sewed together
From leather and pine —
Looks lifelike in a blur
And finite like a bird

And it croons oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I've always heard Oh, oh, oh
Do you hear it too?

I'll build you a porch
Made of me
And our memories
Varnished and steeled
You'll stop turning away
And I'll able to say to God
"Thank you I am done."

Is it my country, or is it my love?
Is it the want to be close and not at all?
Is this the porch and the view that I've got?
Does it sing so finally you can stop?

Maybe here
We only see what we're meant to see
Baby, convince me!
It narrows and relieves
My many nights crying
From freedom and it's hold on me

Be my vision in the leaves
I need my ambition in a sieve!
"Anything, dear," you say, "for you and me."

So now I keep
A kingfisher in a jar —
A sign of our lease
So maybe I'm not a father
Or a life-long lover
Maybe I'm a kisser in the dark

But would boundaries falter
If we outlast the stillnesses of our past?
When quandaries foster wind in the mast
Maybe we can reach back and sing that Oh

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I sing Oh