Fish Food

As I stare over the cliffs into the water below,

I ponder every moment I've ever lived.

I wonder what it would feel like for my body to hit the water,

To sink to the bottom,

To welcome the salt and seaweed into my lungs,

To disintegrate into the ocean floor,

Becoming fish food.

I want to be one with the stars,

But not quite yet.

These thoughts that pervade me are merely intrusive,

And I will not act,

But there are no promises that I will not wonder.

I think asking these questions is a good thing.

Curiosity is what drives imagination,

Even if that curiosity is driven by the thought of my own decay.

I live in preparation for the grand finale.

While I'm afraid of what comes next,

I welcome it with open arms.

How lucky we are to experience life,

Death is just a part of it.