i was told a few days ago
that i walked as if
i could care less if a truck chose at that moment
to plow into me
and render me lifeless.

well,
it's true.

at any moment, if i were to die now
it wouldn't matter.

i would have lived my life with passion,
a little bit of integrity, and a whole lot of self-respect.

if i were to die
right now
it would be okay.




it doesn't mean i welcome it.
far from it, i think.

i look forward to tomorrow,
because i have so much love still to give
and i know there is so much love still to gain.

there are body scrubs, the sunrise, butterscotch fudge,
the Neil Gaiman short story collection my husband gifted me with this Christmas,
the sound of my nephew Phoenix's laughter,
my mother's latest orchid blooming, my father's latest (ancient) joke to grumble over,
and a foot spa or two more to look forward to.

so i'll keep on walking,
without a care in the world,
but walking on nevertheless.