Actually living

"I inhabited those moments in a way that was usually lost to me. They came through an amplifier that made … the pulsing world around us more vivid and radiant, more real. I could even feel how perishable all my moments really were, how all my life they had come to me begging to be lived, to be cherished even, and the impassive way I’d treated them."*

That passage hit home. Reminds me of a refrigerator magnet poem I wrote years ago:

how used we are
to trudging through moments
when we could
smear summer sweet peaches on our tongues
swim in pounding seas
sing delirious sky music
drunk with being

* From Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair, London: Headline Book Publishing (Penguin), 2005, p. 191.