Departure

The strangeness surrounding departure 

has always been difficult. 

It starts off as aperture 

impervious and black,

heaving deep breaths of separation

until the crevice slacks.

Slowly flight turns into arrival

with omissions of the self,

and light holds out survival 

in glistens of all-else.

As moment follows moment 

and light begets light, 

departure arrives unknowingly

in wild solitude’s delight.