If I Were to Leave

If today were my last day

and of course it always could be

i would not regret missing out

on life’s big moments of accomplishments.

I would not think of my unborn son

or my unraised family

or the untilled plot

where I’d have worked the soil

into my fingers and hair.

But I would miss this afternoon

with the leaves on my grass

exactly the yellow

i remember from last year

and the sky bright blue

the leaves going all salmon in their dancing

after Julia Cameron