Little Death

 “And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths,

(No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before”

Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass

“I have died myself ten thousand times”

I cannot remember them all

I chose not to

I regret the choice

As some were spectacular, noisy, chaotic,

Worthy of memory if only as caution

for the next,

Others were lamentable,

love stories with sad endings

Stealing away , giving up the ghost

Why remember them?

Caution again

So what of this one?

Ten thousand and one?

Or THE one

No chaos, no noise, no sad endings,

no fear, no expectation, no remorse,

Lying down with a heavy sigh,

feeling the earth undulating,

feeling sated, ragged, 

indolent

still

Ellecee

Day 22 - NaPoWriMo - 2022

Inspires by Walt Whitman