Living In-Between

Presence is all we have

Living In-Between

To be is not an accident,
no random game of chance.
To be is opportunity
to join in cosmic dance.

To be begins with burden,
a struggle to draw breath,
then questing tilt at entropy
that ends in sudden death.

We celebrate beginning
and dread the final scene,
joy is in the human being
while living in-between.

So throw that birthday party
and disregard the end,
the point of life is being there
and not the having been.

author's note ▶︎

honorable mention for 09/04/2022 in The Daily Poem  

Prompt: poem must begin with the words "To be"