by Michael Plante

“Our journey together has drawn to its conclusion.
I leave you here and surrender my vessel.
By end of light and tomorrow’s new rise
I enter the realm of death.
What you carry will determine the depth of your wake
so be careful who you let on board”

The old man winked at me
then turned away and headed into the twilight
nonchalantly humming some song.
No flowers or celebrations to conclude his time here
just a subtle wake and a silhouette of life
disappearing in the darkness of night.

Before he left, I silently waved goodbye
I hold his memory like a key to an unsolved riddle.
I just haven’t come across the riddle yet.
But I know for certain that one day
when the tide is high, and the mind is clouded
his memory will draw my conclusion
as to where I shall go or what I’ll do.
But until that day arrives
I drift upon calm waters.