Mortality

 

You are someone

I will not feel comfortable with

cozying up in bed

in hour of the wolf.

You are a reminder

that days are numbered;

that time’s arrow 

now points downwards

in its parabolic flight.

If I let you in
you will also bring in emptiness

and leave the door ajar,

and let the birds I nurtured

fly away. 

You will pull up the anchor

and leave me adrift 

in a shoreless sea. 

You are not invited,

but you will come anyway
and tinker with 

my clockwork routine, thinking

that you can make it better. and

bring me salvation.