Why do we talk

so often

of a day

in a life,

of a predestined

chronology

from young to old?

As the old cliche goes:

make each day count.

But who’s keeping score?

I’d rather speak

about a life in a day:

embodied,

present,

grateful.

 

We are living

in this gently aging

skin

with a present joy,

and no yesterday

sucking away

this present,

and no tomorrow

counting away

a life in a day.

 

26-2-2012