threshold

In principle 

there is a point 

where one thing 

becomes another. 

This day turns into the next

as does this month

and every other measure

of season and state. 

Fruit ripens

fruit rots.

I cut a mango open 

too early

and put the halves back together

in supplication

in guilt. 

Not for me 

to locate the boundary

between the still here

and the now gone. 

I may pass unknowing

through many a threshold

but I will know 

when I have arrived

on the other side.