Perhaps my spouse is life itself; I guess
I love each day. When death’s around my head
I think the name I’ll call, the noun I’ll bless,
the partner I’ll desert when I am dead,
is being. Sweet existence is for me:
bright with light and pulsing rich with sound.
Nature moves like choreography
and all around me arabesques abound.

Behave each day as if it were your last –
and take the time to smell the flowers – say
the published sage or TV shrink. Too fast
and facile, smug and useless: wisdom’s way
is personal – To know this place and sync
my dance is perfect partnership, I think.