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Like Each Is Your Last

written by: Hemmingplay

@hemmingplay

 

"I just want to see how long the string is. This never gets old. It gets more interesting, actually." -- Keith Richards, Rolling Stones

 

Each day is here then gone, a brief chance to
roll the salt and savor of it on the tongue, to enjoy
each passing smile and twinkling eye and lovely curve,
reminding me I am still alive.
Teaching me why, in the now.

Each sunset red on the world,
a hint at what becomes of us all.

Each day at 5 a.m. when the birds
wake and start yapping at each other
about territory and nests, about the
thrill of rising air under their wings,
the taste of freedom in the climb closer to God.

Each dawn when the sun
comes up like thunder
to set the edge of the
world on fire, and my mind.

Each night, the deep comfort from my love's hand,
slid under my clothes to rest warm on my waist,
and the times she does more,
or I do (which is none of your business).

It is so common to hear someone say,
"live like this is your last day".
That's harder than it sounds,
especially when you're young.

And when you're old, it's all too real,
but it is still hard to
change the dumb habits
of a lifetime of mostly mindless routines,
of buying into the herd's opinion
and preference for bland ignorance,
and migrating out of habit toward
a dreamlike future, always
scheming, fearing, guessing,
hoping you don't die
in the swift waters of the rivers
the dumb herd seems to feel it
must cross.

Then, after years of this,
you must pretend you're not surprised
when everything turns out differently,
when few things actually work as planned.

When you get to a certain point, this happens.
At first, you make up stories about
a life of heroic triumphs, never
talking about more numerous failures.
Then, you will look around, and back, and
laugh at the absurdity of
a young fool who had it
all figured out.

That's when it's good to
pull a love close and
fall asleep under the comfort
of the touch of someone who
knows you, and likes the feel
of your skin.

Hemmingplay

Hemmingplay

OCTOBER 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
“Hemmingplay,” is the pen name of the youngest son of a teacher and a nurse who grew up on a family farm in western Ohio. He has had a few disreputable occupations, including newspaper reporter and editor, and public relations flak, but is trying to make amends for his sins now by writing poetry and fiction.

His desire to write in these genres never really went away. When his children were safely off making their own mistakes, he turned on the computer one day, stared at the screen for a long time, and began again.

He has published two books so far. One, "Mermaid Sisters: First Dive" is a children's book on iTunes/iBook. The newest is "I Came From A Place of Fireflies" published in February of 2017 as a paperback and Kindle on Amazon.
Hemmingplay

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