Celebrating National Poetry Month. Here’s a little reflection for today.
Because you will suffer soon and die, your choices
Are neither right nor wrong: a spoon will feed you,
A flannel keep you clean, a toothbrush bring you back
To your bathroom’s view of chimney pots and gardens.
With so little time for inventory or leave-taking,
You are packing now for the rest of your life
Photographs, medicines, a change of underwear, a book,
A candlestick, a leaf, sardines, needle and thread.
These are your heirlooms, perishables, worldly goods.
What you bring is the same as what you leave behind,
Your last belonging a list of your belongings.
Michael Longley (from The Guardian)