Here where I am,

on the pending of life and death,

of today and tomorrow,
of world that whispers or moans or howls,
here,
just here I feel the sentinel effluence
of that love you all have offered me
to left and right,
in gone times and those what are carrying on
one after one,
chasing themselves into the shadows or into broad daylight.
Despite the devasting whirlwind
in so much hours and so much comings and goins