Lacuna

It is another calibration of my journey, pre-ordained but shrouded in the belly I perceived in childhood, distant signals, stuttering, of flight a soul could make beyond the apogee of earth when home was much too lush, the girl who spoke with velvet lips too pretty to ignore, the state of appetite too unrefined, the lust within asserting its own arrogance before the face of God. And now in age, it smiles in irony...it whispers, "Do you know me? Do you see?" I do. And with a heart half full, I seek and smile at my own frailty... and stumble as the storehouse of the earth still whirls beneath my feet, albeit not so steadily. Decay and loss and luscious fruit are at my side, and curiosity about that former nemesis called death may now contend together in a strange equality I sense but may not understand. I have the watch. It's midnight, and I shall not sleep. ~