Happy National Poetry Month! Vivat Poesis!
This poem asks a question that transforms a conventional idea, then illuminates a tiny detail,
casting it in a sacred light. We can do this, too. For example, take seize the day. But why seize?
Why not loosen the day? You can create kickass list poems this way! Go on! You can do it.
Avec amour, XO

Imaginary Conversation

You tell me to live each day
as if it were my last. This is in the kitchen
where before coffee I complain
of the day ahead—that obstacle race
of minutes and hours,
grocery stores and doctors.

But why the last? I ask. Why not
live each day as if it were the first—
all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing
her eyes awake that first morning,
the sun coming up
like an ingénue in the east?

You grind the coffee
with the small roar of a mind
trying to clear itself. I set
the table, glance out the window
where dew has baptized every
living surface.

By Linda Pastan from Insomnia
Copyrighted material; strictly for the purpose of upliftment; not for profit.

Image: Uncredited; Found on  Balroop Singh’s website, Emotional Shadows

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