Drifting Away

Sometimes... the world is quiet
and light shines on me
and I feel, somehow
smaller
as if I am dissipating, dissolving,
taking up less space than only just a moment ago,
with parts of me gently drifting,
away... as if dissolving into the breeze.

If I should dissappear,
Finding myself spread to the four winds,
Will you remember me?

If so, for what?

In what form?
Solid?
Transparent?
Whole?
Real?

Fragmented?
Integral?
Briefly brilliant in those brighter moments…?

Or for the seeds I’ve sown…?

Forget me not 🙏