Not too often, but enough
I think about what death will be like
And I hope I’ll be lucky enough
Among other things,
For a few minutes,
Maybe not too many –
But a few,
To imagine my exhaustive to-do list
Bursting into shreds or flames
And I hope I find this exhilarating,
My favorite of poets one said
We all leave this life unfinished.
I had never considered it,
And I am grateful to think of it –
Going out mostly living,
Not mostly dead and waiting –
What could be better?
I try to witness each dawn and sunrise,
This is my religion –
Always reinventing –
Always beginning again.