The transition
to when it is
from wanted to be
is just that: never stilled

there is no port, no exit gate
no hallway ended onto a sofa home
gentle soft furry teddy bear like arrival: none

there is much convincing
petting, and sensualizing
pep, hype, and bravado

noise then is a musky mist
edging the breathtaking vista
at the edge of a cliff

or engulfing the entrance
onto a path, into a journey
into a metaphor of must demyst

into that soothing to trance
into life
in and to

—aninasuri’24