A poem

I wonder
when my last breath
is drawing near
what will I share?
I wonder,
on that ledge will
I turn and
pledge undying faith
or just yield
to endless space?
I wonder
if I will even recognise
it is time to go.
I’ve never been
a great judge of timing,
perhaps
we drift away insensate
to time
wrapped in our cold
skin, change begins
to what?
I wonder.

Chris 2025