The life that I don't know yet

The beginning of life that I don’t know yet

The end of life as I knew it,

A daughter, a mother, a wife, a sister.

Part of a tradition, a line.

people die, move away, move on, grow up

And somewhere is the end of the line,

The end of life that I understood.

Conform in the way things always were done

A beginning, an end and the predictable in between,

The expected, the hoped for.

You wouldn’t think of doing differently.

The path that has been burned in all eternity.

No beginning, no end,

Just an eternal of sameness but with different hallmarks.

We can but play with what we know and

Is part of our genetic make-up.

The big unknown,

the big whatever,

Is behind the locked door,

What will happen once I jump into the big unknown.

Will I drown in my own mess?

Strangle in my own cowardice?

Will I slowly make it back to the light?

to air fresh enough and pure to burn my lungs.

The beginning of life that I don’t Know it yet.

What can I tell you about it?

The bright colours of a sunrise,

The sound of the January mist on the robin’ s feathers

The taste of Indian whiskey.

the smell of fresh oven baked tarte flambé,

How can I?

I don’t know them yet.

I am not long enough in the life I don’t know to remember them.