Transition

Fewer questions

Mark the page turning

Of days into months into years

Most often

I forget you are here

My life

This baffling dot in eternity’s crystal ball

Shiver I will

Being close to that moment

As darkness warnings come without cause

Such conspiratorial shadows it chooses

Descartes gathered the odor constant

Of witches burning while he sat thinking

Of his truth so obvious

Yet

So many keep failing to truly enjoy

His Age of Enlightenment option

How many of us know it

Perhaps seeing

A bird shrieking

“The cat is coming”

To make us wake up

Will clarify momentary darkness

As inevitable closure

To wings untethered

For one’s moment of transition