later on

Later On

Later on in life
when my house smells old
when my eyes and dress fade
when my sparse hair
sits like dead grass on my head
my mind will wander
through old brown hills
where time finally unsticks
and sends me flying straight to this minute.
Friends and enemies will reconstitute from
gray matter pronounced dead
and I will finally live today
as I was supposed to from this morning.
Later on in life
those who wrote letters to their future selves
will be receiving replies.
Dead letters will resurrect.