At the cutting edge of the recurring now/
It must have been a trick of time
That brought us together, stop-motion universe
Laughter in reverse, some lapse /
Of concentration and epiphany of choice
A direction so mutually unassuming
It seemed natural, like retreating /
From a downpour, or taking a break
When we truly didn’t require one –
Something must have told me, nudged me/
As if a long afternoon, with broken continuity
The future is a lapse, where our heart
Falls, the flower petal we step over/
Without noticing, the riot of the unseen
Hands of change, ahhh! That’s enough
To make one happy, The birds feel it/
The seagulls abandon everything for it –
I’ve felt it a few times, maybe less than some
The human torch of the flame moving on/
The floor of a melted life, turning forty
Honey, news and loneliness
Where did my life go – with what force of memory/
To which latitude and why, these are things
That require constant negotiation, careful
Acceptance, at the end of days/
I stacked in a corner all the things I could let go.
Wuji Seshat 