When you realize your being
has started the preparation to
seep into timeless.
The carbons, the hydrogens, the
oxygens…
loosen their grip on miracle.
The joyous bouquet of warblers decides
to disperse
into their lonely way.
Withering senses too weak to show
its final gratitude
for the marvel of chance.
You close your eyes in reverence
for all that was shared
as the setting sun dims the scene.
