I am on the head of a photon stream from trillions of miles away

astride a beam of light

to say my hair is windblown
is an absolute understatement

patiently I await arrival
here, just only a moment from
now

the doors open and
I alight

on terra firma
somewhere

all I have loved
long gone

yet I am as fresh as
my passport photo

once was

Chagall 2018

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