I was sitting by an open window
Some death ocean vibe all around
I think about the aches and pains of life
The doldrums, the panic and anxiety
As I look out over the water topped with a dab of sunset cream
The room where I sit is blue-purple
The chair wood and wicker
The thin tin curtain pulled aside three-quarters of the way
The only sound being the quiet sea just living in that massive void upon the Earth
I wondered if this was a view of death or life
I’m growing older so now I think of those things
Of not being alive, of not being a part of the world any longer
It makes my guts shiver
What will be on the other side?
An unconscious blackness that I’m not even aware of
Will it be like before being born—complete nothingness?
Will I see sidewalks and smell grass?
Will I be someone completely different?
The sea does not answer my shadowy prayers
I thought she was psychic
Like the woman down at the pier with her square table and crystal ball
Her face was pale, her eyes a sparkling gray
She told me to sit by a window in a blue-purple room of stucco and scars
Wait until the night comes, she said
Then wish upon the universe
Point your eyes up and there you will see
The place you were always meant to be.
Your thoughts?