a day of anointing reminders
mortality in life’s basket
baby spit on my shoulder
honey on my jeans
ashes in the creases
on my forehead
anoint the day
with howls of joy
drink the cup to mortality
and l’chaim
remembering to be
the dust we are
embracing a birthday
a holy day
an ordinary common day
paint the door
chop the onions
welcome whoever comes in
ashes … ashes …
let us return
to star dust
then will dusky ash-cross
anoint mortality and
snuggle into eternity