Death, Choices — Random Thoughts

Death hovers at the edges,

an uninvited guest.

We make our life decisions —

where to live, who to live with,

how to fill our days . . . 

We say we never choose death

We say it’s not our choice,

it’s a clanging gong, and

you never can predict

when its dark tone

will snuff out all the plans,

will make both hopes and fears

irrelevant. (We may call it seductive,

for just that reason.)

We make our choices

as if we could manage death —

schedule it at the end

of all the other things

(Some people whisper

that you never go without a choice,

that you can remember

you always can choose life —

however strongly you are told 

you must choose death, it’s never true)

Whatever. In this life, today,

I choose living. Because I am.

And life is what 

I Am always chooses.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 17, 2016