Fissure

When I’m driving
or when I awake some
mornings, suddenly
I’m not sure if I’m dead
or alive.

I don’t mean dead as in psychic
deadness. More like an
existential dilemma.
Wondering
Rushing uncertainty

about what realm I’m in.
This is how ghosts
must feel when unaware
that their souls have left
their earthly encasements.

Will an angel tell me
at the time of my demise
what to do, where to go
What a formidable thought: driving on a road
that ended miles ago.