Where I Am: A Poem

Where I Am: A Poem

I sit, the rain pouring,
Sipping red wine,
Listening, listening.

What do I listen for?
What is that disturbance,
At the edges of my perception?

Something is changing,
Changing.
Something is forming,
Beginning.
Something is shedding,
Leaving.

I know not what.

Where I am is here.
Where I am is now.
The dusk seems more present this evening,
Intense, so intense with premonition.

I sense an edge,
A precipice,
Yet where I am
Is not there yet.

I sit, the rain pouring,
Sipping red wine,
Listening, listening.

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