I just realized,
in my body and in my heart,
something is ticking.
Lying on the sofa with my bare feet,
I feel myself moving closer to edge of life,
breath by breath.
A quiet, knowing ignorance
settles around me like a blanket.
I breathe out, assuming the next breath will return.
The night sky wears its full-moon necklace,
like a single diamond above my head.
The lighthouse keeps the time—
darkness after shine,
shine after darkness.
And here it comes again,
in my body and in my heart:
I’m ticking.
Single breath at a time.