Watch the movie, he says

By Claire Millikin

Watch the movie, he says,
and light sways through the doorways
and we’re gentle on the porch,
not smoking but there are cigarettes
not drinking but there’s wine.
Pilgrims need whatever they find.
Stay, he says again, watch the movie.
We can only see it in bits and pieces
but our hands are calm now.
Lay it down, lay it down now
watch the flick, the film.
The ocean moves steadily towards all our endings.