I feel odd, dislocated
for no reason visible
or known, when I am
about to enter thru
the gates of departure…

connections of time and place
and meaning, these I shall miss
though they are not yet gone
they tremble on the cusp
of the convergence of now and then

I imagine the person I will be
and start to miss the person that

I am before I am
even gone but somehow I am
in that when then right now.

It’s because I know it
in my bones deep
that I will never be
this way, ever again
and that is such a mystery.