One Day

How many of you-

are not where you want to be

if death were to arrive, next week;

or not within distance

of the hand you would want,

in yours? How many of you

will leave this world

with a song inside that

was never shared

under some romantic sunset

in the most beautiful place

you can think of?

How many have determined,

I will invite happiness

in another 12 months;

only to remain

with just 11?

 

If you had one day to tell

everyone important, “I love you,”

before dying tomorrow,

how many phone calls

would you be making today?

How many daisies lost petals

because of phone calls

you were afraid to make?

Whose leaving would make

the biggest love shaped hole

in your universe, and why

have you not asked her, to stay?

Whose voice is at the other side

of the phone call you most want,

to make tonight?

 

Whose breasts lift you, to heaven?

Whose waist, submerges you

in the earth? Whose power

surges through you, when

your tank is so far on empty

you cannot remember

being full? For whom

should you write the poem

for your beloved to wear,

as an engagement ring,

a commitment

to the greater you?

 

Author's Note

translated from my original written in Spanish

Reviews

[Vertigo Cat1111]

I love the honesty in this poem. Your words are so deep, and really pull out questions, and make you think inwardly on yourself. Thank you so much for sharing this!

[emmajoy]

'How many of you.. are not where you want to be.. if death were to arrive, next week; ..or not within distance .. of the hand you would want.. in yours?

You've done it again, set me on an undulating road again! Your words are so far reaching.. Perhaps that is the point of this chain of .. question, thought: the suggestion that this point of dying comes with neither refusal or permission. There are too many answers or not a single truth.. time doesn't matter because choosing is nigh impossible. What's left is poetry or, maybe, how many stars there are, how many black holes rest waiting for .. whatever. Dear goodness, on second thoughts at a second reading perhaps the answer is: there isn't one. And, hypothesis is only a word!