Say It 

Joyce Sutphen

Say that it is the continuous life

you desire, that one day might stretch into

the next without a seam, without seeming

to move one minute away from the past

or that in passing through whatever comes

you keep coming to the faces you love,

never leaving them entirely behind.

Say that it is simply a wish to waste

time forever, lingering with the friends

you’ve gathered together, a gradual

illumination traveling the spine,

eyes brimming with the moment that is now.

Say that it is the impulse of the soul

to endure forever. Say it again.