Stint

Twisting into an empty wind
my mind
a helicopter
hovers
floats
as dusk
settles in

then

a scattering of particles,
slowly grows
marks my steady approach
as vacant thoughts release
fear
and a voice through
a drifting fog
announces
"all clear"

now

grounded
i am drowning
in time spent alone
waxing poetic,
forever recounting
a less energetic stint,
or a period of cool evenings
some years ago,
when i learned how to kiss you,
when i learned i could miss you
and in the end i found...
i can miss you
even as i kiss you

"it's time to go."