How would you spend . . .

A Maxim

     by Carl Dennis

To live each day as if it might be the last

Is an injunction that Marcus Aurelius

Inscribes in his journal to remind himself

That he, too, however privileged, is mortal,

That whatever bounty is destined to reach him

Has reached him already, many times.

But if you take his maxim too literally

And devote your mornings to tinkering with your will,

Your afternoons and evenings to saying farewell

To friends and family, you'll come to regret it.

Soon your lawyer won't fit you into his schedule.

Soon your dear ones will hide in a closet

When they hear your heavy step on the porch.

And then your house will slide into disrepair.

If this is my last day, you'll say to yourself,

Why waste time sealintg drafts in the window frames

Or cleaning gutters or patching the driveway?

If you don't want your heirs to curse the day

You first opened Marcus's journals,

Take him simply to mean you should find an hour

each day to pay a debt or forgive one,

Or write a letter of thanks or apology.

No shame in leaving behind some evidence

You were hoping to live beyond the moment.

No shame in a ticket to a concert seven months off,

Or, better yet, two tickets, if you were hoping

To meet by then someone who'd love to join you,

Two seats near the front so you can catch each note.

Read through the poem by Carl Dennis a few times. Notice the humor and depth.  Use it as a springboard for a piece of your own writing.

Consider:

A past job. A friendship requiring renewal. When you took a chance for a new experience.

How would you spend a day writing about that last experience? How will you retrieve the wonder, the intensity and humor? 

Revisit the moments in movement and see where they take you.