the next phase

you’re in the middle
and life
on either side seems
indifferent appears
uninterested
in your existence
your intention to move
from one place
to another

so you move
weightless through space
without sound
without effort
and the trees pass
no swaying
a conveyor belt
to somewhere else

time has not stopped
the beating of your heart
has slowed
waiting
wondering
when and where
to strike next

welcome the silence
embrace the stillness
ready yourself
for the next phase

when the leaves stir
and the cold air
against your cheek
brings sweet memories
you will know
it’s time to go