Poem 441

Sounds more morbid than it is … I’m really just drawing the distinction between a young hedonist wanting to suspend time and live in a permanent state of ecstasy and someone whose sense of mortality enriches their enjoyment of life … thinking of an awareness of the passing of time as a core ingredient of happiness – and a sense of confidence in the flow of life in all its shades … et in arcadia ego again …

Whereas

someone in love with the now
like a boxer eager
to split the second
                                       someone
with no concept of being buried
clay and topsoil
perfect squares of turf
                                             so friends 
see the seamlessness
    of life and death
and canter away across the lawn
happy
             yes someone sweet somewhere
in love with the now
prays
           this night will last forever …


           I am sure it will