To Live a Poem

He not busy being born is busy dying~ Bob Dylan
Dream as if you'll live forever; live as if you'll die today~ James Dean
Life is a succession of moments. To live each one is to succeed~ Corita Kent

A lawn is infiltrated with life.
time has told me,
and God has shown,
a soul with no footprint is like
a fish
without water,
on a
bicycle, perhaps?

The wind blows and I escape
from
the busyness of my clouds.
Butterflies have long
since
flown back to their
homes.
It's cold. Beautifully alive
with
the fall preparation
for something
completely different. And
I am
warm inside this
moment. Like a chicken
finger in
a child's hand.

Because this
one
is now. Yesterday is
a memory. And tomorrow
will
never
be.

So, I hope the best
for you, my dear
friends.
I know life is
long.
And it works like
sandpaper against
the skin. But like
songs on the radio, our days
happen one
at a time.
Today, my song is the breathe
I take
between the hours
of the day.
My poem has no words.

And I pray for the same
tomorrow.
And the best of these
days, in
measures of the
single moment, that
can be taken
for granted.

Don't let it, Sean. Don't waste your life.