Learning to Die

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One of my favorite places to walk in my town is Cave Hill Cemetery. Something about the peace of the place, and knowing that all the souls in those fields ended up the same, makes my own life more precious and every breath a sweet gift.

The book at the meeting was called, "Learning to Die."

And so we all took a breath,

stole it right from the air in front of us,

held it with both hands and tight between our teeth.

Trying to learn, but not to die.

Never realizing that all the while

underneath our clothes and skin and superficial fascia

death already snuggled up and went to sleep.

In fact, she was there all the time.