Transitions

I live in the transitions, the time between then and now, the twilight and the dawn, the rustling of leaves as night begins, the first breeze of daybreak, the moment of departure, the time of arrival. Once something has happened, day has come, night is here, you have come, you have gone, fait accompli leaves me cold, nothing to do, simply there. With expectations and transitions my blood pumps with excitement, my brain expands to take in everything, and I understand those, who in their desperation to feel life, provoke it.