How to get close without going over.
How to feign lust for whatever’s on offer.
How the largest possible quantity
of anything is a lifetime. A lifetime
of oat bran. A lifetime of timing belts.
A lifetime of saying, sure, why not,
i’m only on earth x number
of years, and not knowing what
to make x. Sometimes I pick a number
I’ve already passed. I remember
the gambler’s credo — when you only
have fifty bucks left in this world,
you’d better get rid of it fast; the last
thing you want is money around,
reminding you every day of the money
you lost. The recommended
retirement plan is arabesque, then leap
and smash on the seawall. We made
a promise not to catch each other.
The author’s work can be found in the volume, Hard Child.
Think about how the poem made you feel. Do you resist the gambler’s credo in your own life? Do you think risk and adventure are the same, or opposites?
May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.