Eternity, Interrupted Poem by Louis Kasatkin

In the beginning

when all has ended,

after the last vicissitudes

I encounter are rendered

null and void,

I'll realise that the

journey is the destination

and mornings were never

my time of day,

much preferring the

early evenings of drinks before dinner

and a reverential contemplation

of sunsets in faraway places

I'd never been nor

would ever get to

in the time allowed,

when there was never enough

time allowed;

and so,

after much ado about nothing

with nothing more to say,

I find myself

at the end,

where everything begins.