I might die today.
Or if not today, tomorrow.
And if not tomorrow, some
yet unknown time in the future
of endless nows.
It is as certain as the tide’s coming.
Do not think me morbid!
I promise I am not so!
Still, I might die today.
Or if not today, tomorrow.
And if not tomorrow, some
yet unknown time in the future
of endless nows.
Dare I say it, so might you.
Do not be sad!
It is not my intention!
I only mean to remind myself
to linger longer in the woods,
inhale again the sweet Daphne,
rise early for the damp spring air,
fling myself into the green grass,
bow at the water’s edge,
write another poem.
Love and courage,
Leah
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