As I Fade Away

Rope Bridge

I was there for a time,

until I was not.

But in that moment

between the there

and the not there,

something arose,

almost like a feeling.

Or at least I thought

that was what it was.

Only now, in hindsight,

I cannot but wonder

if perhaps what I mistook

for feeling

was not instead

something instinctual,

beyond my control.

Like certain organisms

drawn toward light or warmth.

That would explain a lot.

The ease of it all.

The painlessness

of slipping away.