On Sorrows That are Not Obscure

My sorrows have never been obscure.

I always knew their name,

tucked them away in a pocket

for safekeeping, treated them gently,

let them be.

The poet said we are building

a version of the world

that we can live with.

I know I do.

I choose peace, over and over again,

because I like the feeling.

This morning, after days of rain,

there is blue sky and puffy clouds

out my window, and I am

heading to a wild trail 

along the ocean's edge.

Momento mori, he said, is our attempt

to capture the moments of our lives.

I pick up my camera.

I open the door,

press "Play",

jump into the moments

that will comprise my life

today.

Inspired by Morii, from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig.