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getting ready

My head is starting to wander off by itself
My body, uncomfortable with this vagrancy
Finds it poking in corners
And sorting through old boxes
Rummaging in memories
Standing at the edge of distant pools
And wool-gathering

Perhaps it is my soul
Gone off to look at new places
Or memories sifting down
Through the day-to-day mess of living
Nonetheless, it is disconcerting
Like finding your phone in the oven
Or your keys in the refrigerator

Is this the beginning of the end
Or the start of the beginning
When part of you wanders off
The shell continuing with what it needs to do
But looking longingly at that other piece
Wanting to come too
But there are ends to tidy up

Sometimes I want to tether
This piece that wanders off
To keep it from abandoning my body
Which remains behind
A little confused
And looking for its moorings