at the end of a leafy cul-de-sac
in sight of the ranges that mark the border
between one state and the next.
This is where we expect to enjoy
the rest of our lives in these bodies:
at the top of a small hill, high enough
to feel removed yet accessible still.
You could say we have come
to the end of the line, or close.
I see it rather as a crossing-place
to stay in and savour before we go on.
April PAD Challenge 28
Prompt: The end of the line