Meditation on Mr. Nepo's January 25th

this moment is fine enough to live.
this moment is fine enough to die.

this moment is me racing
against wind
knowing
it is hard
harder

this moment is fine enough to live.
this moment is fine enough to die.

this moment is my laughter filling air
bellowing
blundering utterances
on the edge of my lips

this moment is fine enough to live.
this moment is fine enough to die.

this moment is my blood drying on asphalt
countless black starry specks colored red
drop-by-drop-by-drop-by-drop

this moment is fine enough to live.
this moment is fine enough to die.

this moment is me seizing what is necessary
while others wait

this moment is fine enough to live.
this moment is fine enough to die.

this moment is my labored breath
unseen but heard

this moment is fine enough to live.
this moment is fine enough to die.

this moment is my voice bereft of plans
loved
enough

this moment is fine enough to live.
this moment is fine enough to die.

this moment has my fists
open

this moment is fine enough to live.
this moment is fine enough to die.

this moment
real before me

this moment
old and original

this moment is you
this moment is i
connected
to a small piece of the beginning

this moment is fine enough to live.
this moment is fine enough to die.

-- jessica c. lindley