This Sunday morning’s made so fine
it makes me resent both
and the deliberate speed of light.
Before I die, I want to see them all
the billions of created things
numberless planets and their people
I’ll never see.
They’re all out there, you know
waiting for our appreciation.
Let’s do it now, this afternoon
we’ll be back in time for a glass of wine
then some dinner and quiet conversation
about the journey.
The hard thing about living
is not that we die, but that
we die with so much of life