Just For Today

Just for today
dig up your death
and allow it passage
into your life

Lean gently into it
like the shoulder
of a stranger
on the subway

All you know
is that most days it waits
without excitement
or fervor

All it knows
is its duty to end
your breath,
and you accept

Best to make peace
or it will show you
the generous length
of its road

The only choice
you really have
is how you treat it
here and now

Don’t tempt it
with your worry
and never complain
about your destinations

It might be possible
to extend your mileage
but  you won’t ever
change its mind.


DeMaris Gaunt



Published by demarisgaunt

I currently live in Greenwood, Indiana. I love to listen to music, books on CD, podcasts or NPR as I work in my studio.  My favorite artists are Andrew Wyeth and Edward Hopper. I love poetry, but only the good stuff that isn’t so abstract I can’t understand it. Abstraction better lends itself to visual art, I think. Stephen Dunn is my favorite poet. He’s said just about anything that can be said about the inner workings of the heart and mind. My favorite novel is Atonement by Ian McEwan. My all time favorite band is The Cure. I love science, and anything that relates to how the mind works. I don’t believe in the supernatural. If I could meet anyone in the world, it would be Richard Dawkins or Steven Pinker. If you don’t buy my art or read my poetry, buy one of their books. It will enrich if not change your life.  My favorite things to do are hiking, kayaking and camping. My favorite food is so common, I’ll keep you in suspense (It starts with a P). I prefer chocolate to vanilla. Green is my favorite color. I have an aversion to planning or scheduling of any kind, and I live for spontaneous adventures! Telephone conversations make me anxious, and I avoid them at almost all cost. I had a happy childhood. I’m having a pretty fantastic adulthood. I have every intention of seeing my 100th birthday, after which I will happily relinquish my guts to the future of medicine. Cheers! ~DeMaris

One thought on “Just For Today

  1. There is a certain order of nuns, perhaps Carmelites, who nightly sleep in caskets of their own making which they are later buried in. Morbid, yes. But one way to make peace with death. I don’t recommend this at home, however.

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