One Day (Poetry)

Something tells me it will happen
I just don’t know when —
it will, I think, be sudden
without warning — no sign or hint of change
to make me tense — anticipate
the strangeness that will come —
the slipping in and out of understanding...

but often I get glimpses — tiny insights
into how the time will jump
and things be lost forever in that gap
when pages turn at random
forward — back
and sense is isolated in a word
that’s unfamiliar...

the horizon will close in
and every edge blur into a cocoon
of woven light and calm
the world grown vague and powerless
to haunt me once I know
I need no longer fear it —
I can leave myself behind.