Vintage

I wonder again
what death will appear
to me when I at last
pass through that door.

Not for the first time,
not for the last. I’d say
it has been a while
since I began to wonder.

so currently I believe
that it will not appear
as anything we have believed.
I think instead it may be

a vintage music video from elsewhere.
Masses dancing, choreographed
guitar trios, sultry glances,
wild hips, incantations.

Let’s imagine it
will be Bollywood — 
“Jaan Pehchan Ho ” or 
some wild Italian piece —

maybe that one that’s supposed
to sound like English — 
“Prisencolinensinainciusol”
something like that. 

It will be deeply familiar
and utterly strange. There will be
so much that feels like 
you saw it last week, 

so much that feels like
it’s never before been seen.
You will puzzle over it
and agitate in its grasp,

until one day it
will fail to mystify and
you will say …”ah…ah…at last…”
and that day will be…finally…

all right.