Racing Into Funeral Plots

me looking not so happy

Did I do it?
Just barely, with minutes to spare.

There is always too little time.
I want to do twenty-four things,
but three will have to suffice.

Life is longer at five than at thirty-eight.
At five, I had been alive forever.
I had been five forever.
Now, everything is only yesterday,
and I race headlong into five years from now.

I get letters from a local cemetery.
They insist that it's good to think ahead
when it comes to picking out our funeral plots.
I can't imagine that I'll care moments from now
when I'm relieved of this speeding meat train I'm on.

Where was I?
Oh, yes.
I was doing this.
I very nearly forgot,
but, now that I'm back, the moment's grown a little longer.

I keep forgetting that I can slow this bitch down
when I remember to see what's right in front of me.


The above poem is a response to Amy Turn Sharp's call for 5-minute breakfast poems on Fridays during the month of April.


Elan Morgan

Elan Morgan is a blogger, designer and consultant, and speaker who blogs and works from, spreads gratitude through the social network, celebrates quality blogging with the, and speaks all over. She has been seen in the Globe & Mail, Best Health and Woman's Day magazines, TEDxRegina, and on CBC News and Radio. She believes in and works to grow both personal and professional quality, genuine community, and meaningful content online.

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