Just the Facts, Ma’am
I am going to die someday,
it is, an undisputable fact.
It hits me as I walk along mossy Evergreens
feeling the warmth of lazy slits of sun
I take a deeper breath (to validate that I am, in fact, alive now)
and say it again, this time, out loud:
I am going to die someday.
There is no stopping this,
my youth will fade, disappear
like a popsicle left absently on a counter-top.
In this truth, certainty appears
How could I spend a day doing anything other than what I love,
with people I love, in a place that makes my heart full
and my eyes shine?
Why would I dare to share my space, my heart, my soul
with anyone other than he who adores my very presence?
This is life, and it is not to be taken for granted.
It is meant to be absorbed, loved and enveloped in every moment.
Choices are easier to make with this knowledge, with one’s
finger pressed firmly against this incredibly enlightening reality.
Every choice matters.
Every second is more important than the last.
It is, after all
Exactly what we’ve got.
Copyright 2011 Heather Strang