The Blessing of Mortality
By: Anneli Chow
Each morning, our golden sun, serene and warm
emanates rays that
descend with stunning insouciance.
Now imagine a life only done once daffodils grow from stone.
How sullen this sun would become,
a vacant stain in the sky, something mundane,
no longer appeasing that fathomless desire for more.
But should existence cease this evening,
to see our glorious sun once more
would be nothing short of a miracle.
A hydrangea bush, bundled like periwinkle cauliflowers
Blueberries rumbling around in a wicker basket
An Unchained Melody, a trip to Paris in June,
and simplicity becomes extraordinary.
Live not to delight in the divine reaches of the world,
but to embrace every day as a humble gift,
like a half-eaten box of chocolates.
Let your humanity be your comfort,
bask in your mortality,
as you would under those glorious rays of sunlight.
Then, when glimmering yolk sinks below blushing clouds,
drooping blinds kiss lower lashes
succumb to rest and think,
I can sleep well tonight.