Rejoice!

Rejoice!

Today.

Just today.

I’m alive today.

Tomorrow I may

Or may not be living.

However,

I KNOW

That tomorrow

Will not be the same.

Tomorrow,

The day that was today

Will be dead.

As dead as the animal

That has died

Under our house

That keeps on trying

To live

Through our olfactory glands.

As dead as the thoughts and dreams

That I had this morning

But forgot

Before I brushed my teeth.

When the sun rose this morning,

The day was birthed

From the night

As black

As tar

Or the black paint

That I used

To paint

Death.

When the sun sets

Tonight

The day will die.

Will I cry?

No, I will rejoice!

At the beauty

Of the orange

And yellow

And lavender

Sky.

I will rejoice!

At the darkening blue

Turning to black

As black as death.

Each day is a new birth,

A new opportunity,

A new life,

A new child

With unlimited potential

To become

What I had wished

When I was

Just a child.

Each night is

Death.

A chance for rest.

Rejuvenation.

Rejoicing!

Gratitude.

For what was

Today.

For anticipation of the

Secret delights

That are in store

For us

Tomorrow.

With this first peak at Death,

Can you say Hello,

How are you?

Can you introduce yourself?

Death wants to meet you.

In small increments now,

So that when

You get to see

Your last sunset,

You will

Rejoice!