Still Life

Stole off under the moon.
You and I had raced to the orange grove
without so much as half a clue.

Are you following? Are you upright?
And how can I know for sure?

I think I've gotta guess
I was petrified, you were frozen,
and both our bodies turned to stone.
Though as guessing goes, I'm a poor bet.
I'm only one for four.

I can't help but picture all your wooden bowls
full of plastic fruit.
You placed them perfect, and they're staying put
just like a still life.

If the sun would just keep on blazing, light bouncing off my face.
If the earth would just stop rotating, and hovering around in space.
If the oranges would never rot, and if the leaves would never fall
If everything stayed the same forever, I wouldn't care at all.