Endings

 

It’s the beginning, but it might as well be the end–

the days are long and hot—the mind sliding toward the edge.

When I think of my ending I think of the sky, the way

it turn to dusk and the color fades. That may sound

depressing, but it isn’t meant to be. Last night while lying

in the moonlight, faces flashed before my eyes—no one

I knew, but if felt otherworldly. Perhaps I was seeing through

the veil to the other side. It’s a small thing, really…losing

the body to age or sickness, as the soul is vast, all encompassing

of time and space.  When I think of aliens, that’s what

I imagine, moving from here to there in a flash. My soul

travels on a thought, and we all know how thoughts work—

racing about randomly, all willy-nilly. Last night, the dreamlike

faces I saw weren’t all friendly. I’ve heard that when you transition,

you should go past the unfriendly visions, ignore insects and

vermin, but not because you’re afraid. Just go on past–they

are mere distractions. Ignore them like any ending, because

you are almost at the beginning, where you want to be.