Pausing in the doorway
Of my new life to be
Trying my best to recognize
Anything familiar that I see

But a landscape so unfamiliar
Stares back at my form
As if to echo what I already knew
That I... like it... was way out of the norm

As the twilight encompassed
All the picturesque hues
I knew that I was delinquent
In my obscurant obfuscated dues

A voice from my inner sanctum
Kept pounding out the same refrain
Yet no clear thoughts escaped the misty harbor
As a fog of contention muffled sounds like lights on a country lane

Still in this doorway I find myself
No movement or direction has yet occured
For change is not easy to accept ...even
If all but the acceptance has already occurred

So the last vestige of immortality
Sometimes rests on that single second of time
That is suspended in some evolutionary respite
When space  intrusively obscures pushing in from behind

When all I am asking ...
... Is a moment to pause
Making allowance...
... Of what is now being entwined