Take as much air as you need.
Examine trivial details, the bubbled foam on a just-used but not-yet-rinsed toothbrush.
Eat what you eat too often.
Swallow.
Consider not death but certain dead people.
See that building you’ve been seeing every day, every day.
Use words with two meanings.
Overhear conversations without intending to, then listen.
Inwardly criticize your own small talk.
Make decisions that require no action.
Tolerate what is both intolerable and not changing anytime soon.
Pass through moods that are undoubtedly influenced by weather yet seem, on the contrary, to orchestrate it.
Doubt your memories.
Mistake loved ones.
Sabotage your designs.
Suspect that even as you endure it, a person in the distant future is trying to conceive of life in this era—and failing.
Lack answers to anticipated questions.
Notice how animals cut through space, the upcurve made by a flock of birds.
Imagine what it’s like in countries and decide which ones to visit.
Perceive time, rather clumsily, as order, change, and infinite horizon.
Don’t always adjust.
Sleep when you can.
there is this fantasy i intermitantly entertain
about learning a complex dance duet
and there are also a few others
which- when I pause to examine
are really all-together quite attainable.
and so i wonder if the strikes on bucket lists
are really just a matter of timing,
and choice;
so long as the hour hand has
X amount of revolutions to absolve-
delayed gratification can perhaps be justified
as a plausible ethic
to apply
to this sticky sap
--of longing.
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