Imaginary Conversation by Linda PastanBelow is a wonderful poem by Linda Pastan titled Imaginary Conversation. I used it as a sermon illustration a few weeks ago and felt that it deserved to have its own place. 

Imaginary Conversation

You tell me to live each day
as if it were my last. This is in the kitchen
where before coffee I complain
of the day ahead—that obstacle race
of minutes and hours,
grocery stores and doctors.

But why the last? I ask. Why not
live each day as if it were the first—
all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing
her eyes awake that first morning,
the sun coming up
like an ingénue (anje noo) in the east?

You grind the coffee
with the small roar of a mind
trying to clear itself. I set
the table, glance out the window
where dew has baptized every
living surface.

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