Have you ever seen the way the world shimmers as it goes?
There is no Irish goodbye here.
If this is the end,
every neighbor,
every tree,
every fish,
every seed,
every speck of dirt will know it.
How do you prepare for the end if you cannot survive it?
Do you wait in traffic so the sea can hold your hand in the final hours
or do you make a sanctuary out of your living room?
Pass the wine,
Let me lick the spoonful of mint chocolate chip,
Smoke the joint,
Hug your siblings a little longer,
Listen to your momma’s childhood stories,
Let the dogs run free,
Call all of your friends—even the ones you don't keep up with.
If this is the end,
I will do it right.
Nothing ever ended quietly,
so lets dance until the sun sets the forests on fire.
Lets hold each other until it is time to let go.