Snapshots: “Record my body
the way it is tonight, so when decades
pass, and it has surrendered to
gravity and time, I can remember
that it was once tenacious and supple.
Gather in close and let us
rejoice at the failing of flesh.
We meet in these vessels and share words,
nourishing ourselves at the buffet
near the water’s edge. And now we
know that our passing is inevitable,
and in many ways easier to comprehend,
leafing through albums in retrospect.”