The Last Page

Filling the last page
Of a book I never expected to
Last this long
The rain falls outside
On to stone and weeds
The pool cover glistens
Like a friendly frog
The trees laugh and sing
Their leaves committing gentle suicide
Like that Monty Python sketch
And all the while the coffee
Maintains its steam
Emanating from the brim
I don’t remember what
I dreamed last night
And though I used the word “naught”
I don’t really know what it means
Filling the last page
Of a book I never expected to
Touch and feel like this
But here it is
And here I am
And here you were