Just for today
dig up your death
and allow it passage
into your life
Lean gently into it
like the shoulder
of a stranger
on the subway
All you know
is that most days it waits
without excitement
or fervor
All it knows
is its duty to end
your breath,
and you accept
Best to make peace
or it will show you
the generous length
of its road
The only choice
you really have
is how you treat it
here and now
Don’t tempt it
with your worry
and never complain
about your destinations
It might be possible
to extend your mileage
but you won’t ever
change its mind.
DeMaris Gaunt
11-16-14
There is a certain order of nuns, perhaps Carmelites, who nightly sleep in caskets of their own making which they are later buried in. Morbid, yes. But one way to make peace with death. I don’t recommend this at home, however.
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