Perhaps This Is The Way My Life Will End

PERHAPS THIS IS THE WAY MY LIFE WILL END
by Stuart Kestenbaum


I will find myself

walking down a hidden lane.


The spring rain

will have just ended


and I will smell the fertile earth.

I have never been


this present before.

My bones know


that I am home.

My teeth unclench.


Once I stared at a crystal bowl

dividing the light into


the unseen colors of the world.

Something is soaring


inside me or outside of me.

I can't tell which.