Someday I will be dead.
Someday will be the day before the day of my death.
Someday I’ll be two days away from death. Someday I’ll have one week left.

That day could be today.
It might have been yesterday.
No day is guaranteed.
No hour is owed to me.

I am alive right now.
I can live grounded.
I can live unmoored.
One if by land.
Two if by sea.

The air I breathe is everywhere.
So I can feel out of place anywhere.