Collection
One Life, Be Here.
On finitude, urgency, and the present moment
14 poems
These poems share a single conviction: time is not renewable, and the only antidote to its passing is presence. Some sound the alarm—life is short, do not delay. Others quiet the noise and ask you simply to stop. Together, they form a conversation between urgency and stillness, between the fear of wasting a day and the discipline of inhabiting one.
One life we have
Carpe diem in its most compressed form. Urgency without panic, finality without dread.
We have but one
Finitude meets daily renewal. Each waking resets the single life you have been given.
Don't waste it away
Brevity as emphasis. Two lines, one rhyme, zero room for procrastination.
Stop
Presence as imperative. The unrepeatable moment demands full attention, right now.
This moment
Presence distilled to a command. Wit paired with wholeness as the tools for meeting the now.
The only time
Awe reduced to a single prerequisite: stillness. The final word lands like a full stop.
Stop
An em-dash halts the rush. The moment is named as the entire point, then sealed with a command to remember it.
Whatever
Urgency stripped to its barest imperative. Finitude reframed as permission to play.
Once in awhile
Enjambment forces a full stop mid-rush. The pause itself becomes the lesson.
Time stood still
Stillness as a starting line. Time stops so the self can finally begin.
The truth is
Impermanence stated as bald fact, then spun into an imperative. Enjoy it precisely because it ends.
Would you regret
A single hypothetical flips perspective. Mortality reframed as quality control for the present.
Alive we all
Statement collapses into question. Being alive treated as miracle and mandate at once.
We do not know
Departure's timing left unknown. What remains is a single, unqualified "now."