The Divide.

Sometimes it seems that life and death are close at hand;

We are alive, and seeing and breathing, and yet,

And yet, we seem to taste mortality in a stray word

Or a random comment made or overheard.

It seems as though we are driven to hang on to life

And yet at the same time we cannot grasp it,

It slips like sand through outstretched fingers,

Or floats just out of reach, a bubble on the wind.

Perhaps in the end we should just live,

Live for the day and forget to worry about tomorrow.

Perhaps we should be grateful for the gift of one day

And not ignore the present for a present that may never arrive.

(c) 2ndwitch, May 21^st 2008