"Imaginary Conversation" by Linda Pastan
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Happy Sunday! Apologies for being a bit casual (and sniffly) this week :-)
Today’s poem is “Imaginary Conversation” by the late Linda Pastan*.
You tell me to live each day
as if it were my last. This is in the kitchen
where before coffee I complain
of the day ahead—that obstacle race
of minutes and hours,
grocery stores and doctors.
But why the last? I ask. Why not
live each day as if it were the first—
all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing
her eyes awake that first morning,
the sun coming up
like an ingénue in the east?
You grind the coffee
with the small roar of a mind
trying to clear itself. I set
the table, glance out the window
where dew has baptized every
living surface.
<3 Tara
*from Insomnia by Linda Pastan, published by W.W. Norton in 2015
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