How to Stay When You Aren’t Staying
The second we’re born, the hour is late.
We must leave soon—yet we saturate
our brief visit with bile and hate.
Dandelion, daffodil,
and forsythia conspire to fill
today with joyous thrill.
Accept their hospitality
with kindness and humility.
Life is not our property,
and we’ll not thrive as vicious pests.
No wealthy host will be impressed.
There are only other guests.
— Roynald MacRoss
12 April 2025
(NaPoWriMo 2025 Day 12)