at any moment
it may all collapse
the economy, icebergs, fragile peace
best be ready, I practice endings
write my memorial poem
prepare my husband’s eulogy
even as he sits beside me
full bodied, content.
all this dwelling
on the utter beauty
of a trillion snowflakes
blown from their nighttime perch
caught by dawn’s first orange
the luxury of an empty day unfurling
a carpet to ride or lounge upon
like a cat
the shadows of the deer moving over
the white field at full moon
I could go on, and on
tell me, how else can we open our eyes
but by knowing that soon enough
they will close.
Awareness of death, our own and those of our beloveds, is the single most powerful meditative tool we have in our human arsenal to bring us into our aliveness, into our present, into our gratitude. It is ever present at all times to inform and remind.
Note: This poem is from Priya’s book of Bone and Breath.
Author: Priya Huffman
Editor: Travis May
Image: Flickr/David Peterrsson