You may not know how it feels
To sit in the space of immediate unknowing.
To slide your hands up the wall of your life
In the peaceful pause of acceptance,
Lying next to your partner,
Perhaps after an unexpected fire alarm on a Tuesday night,
Or standing alone on the subway platform after a ferocious honk.
These skipped beats,
Little death visits,
Let me greet my life anew.
The trick is in pretending that
It won’t pass my way again.