You know how <br />just before we die <br />our whole life is supposed <br />to flash before our eyes? <br />Well, should that happen, we’d surely have, <br />while it is flashing, <br />to come to that moment when our whole life <br />flashes before our eyes, <br />and while that was happening <br />all over again, we’d come again <br />to that same moment, and so on, <br />which is only to say that, while I know <br />this might not have been good enough for Zeno <br />and that it’s a certainty <br />that death happens anyway, for that one <br />minute, when that thought came <br />and I imagined <br />living this life <br />over and over, <br />I said to myself, despite <br />all the effort, all the <br />pain of it, <br />despite <br />all that has happened <br />and is likely to <br />again and again, <br />Yes, I thought, as I was watching you <br />getting ready for bed tonight, <br />Yes, though I knew <br />even then <br />it was crazy beyond measure, <br />Yes, I would, Yes, <br />Please, Yes.<br /><br />David Brooks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yes-41/
