I’m so glad you’re here

(After Nikita Gill)

One day you won’t be.

Sometimes it seems that others don’t think about that.

They imagine they’re immune from

the cold kiss of death; we know different.

Death lives with us.

It has a seat at our table, its name on the door.

That’s okay.

It has a job to do, to remind us

that everything moves, that life

is a river, unstoppable, fluid.

That present joys, present furies,

will one day be gone,

as will you, as will I.

Living with this means knowing

this is now, all there is,

really loving, really living.