Bodypsalm for Tasting Life to the Full
What will happen
when the end of your world comes?
Will you say you breathed
enough air into your deep
lungs, expanding your chest
from the outside in and
peeled back enough layers
skins of roses and eggplant
squash and succulents
and tasted life to the full?
No one will remember
that you didn’t get the project done
or you didn’t meet the deadline
or there was a stain on your pants,
shirt, or flesh for that matter.
It is not just the roses
you were invited to smell
but every scent alive
sniffing out wonder in the rain
when day turns to dusk
and you know all too well that your pores
cry out for moisture
in so many ways beyond
washing your face
and the apples in the backyards of your childhood
have long been replaced
by concrete from another era
on that day when life comes to a close
where will your heart be
and will you have tasted
the unquestionable delight
of just being human?
Here on this lush planet
you are beckoned to respond
to the ingredients of creation
an ongoing meal
Come. Play. Dance. See.
Touch the wide sky and
notice the smallest bud
and your child within
unravel your cares
and do the only thing you can.
O P E N.