An Air of Aboutness

There is an air of aboutness
Around my world now;
The sun is about to set,
The night is about to fall,
The sky is about to drown in darkness.

My journey is about to begin;
A long and a lonely one.
My ultimate soliloquy is about to start;
The audience, hushed or absent,
The lights dimmed,
I am about to move to the edge of the stage ;
Savouring every moment of being,
Alert, tip-toe, waiting for the cue.
Then plunge headlong,
Hitting the Void, head first.