JASPER QUINCE

I can’t put my finger on it,

But I can feel,

Something is different

Than how it was yesterday.

It’s like a cord of wood split,

And one side has fallen to the dried leaves

While the other half still stands at odds with its existence.

But the split is the part I don’t understand.

It’s hard to sleep with the weight of two worlds on my mind,

As if before I was born, they had eclipsed each other,

And now they pull apart.

One, I fear for,

And one, I hope for.

I’m not sure which one is which.

I can imagine two bubbles in reverse,

As sometimes they can collide and become one,

But it’s an energy skin,

The membrane of one existence

Separating from another.

The reason or the science isn’t mine to understand,

And even if I knew, it would not help me to better cause,

But I have a feeling,

That everything will change,

And either we’re the bubbles in reverse,

Or yesterday’s news.