remain absent

For a moment just then, I inhabited the world again.
I think it was the wind. Standing out on
the mediocre hill by the spillway, I came to myself.

I have always been stuck in the Now. Never more present
than absent. But without notice, I seemed to have passed
out of it. I stood there, noticing.

There didn't seem to be any choice.

I will stub out my smoke, and go back in. I have
missed the wind