last/first words

baby cries ,naked ,wet wombed
we go out silently.if we knew
these were our first/last words
would we share them freely?
listen-those who know they are leaving
have a respect and reverence we lack.
They are defined less by dreaming
than our memories of them-
in their best light,we re-arrange
the furniture to fit our available space
Over here-family-there,friends
in between-current events-
job,bills,TO DO lists(always stamped URGENT
When we awaken to this temporary
how we fill our time is like water-
we drink it in/knowing too much would drown us
and not enough =a drought.
Between two haystacks,the donkey starves
Between two lives,we live each day
as if it were our first.As if it were our last.