You Go Savor It Yourself

One of the silliest, unnecessary scolds

People plant in one another’s skulls

Is the remonstration that one must savor

Every moment of one’s existence, starting

With this one. A book could be crammed,

Like the manic typescript in The Shining

And only somewhat more diversely, with

A thousand slight variations demanding,

Seize each moment of this day right now.

Why? Well, you’ll regret not doing it once

You’re dying, or maybe after you’re dead.

You’ll be less happy in this moment, also.

Oh shut it. Rumination’s got a bad name,

But let a mind drift a little, let a soul drift.