après moi

My blessings are the finishing sort
The paper tray that empties
When my last page prints
"This lane closed" placed
Just after my cartons and cans
On the checkout conveyor belt
The final drops from the coffee pot
At the highway gas station

Lucky, yes, and yet
The roar of rising waters, crumbling earth
Always in the distance
Always drawing near
Makes me pull the house door closed
And never look behind