Tell Them

Just tell them that I was alive. That I was a contradiction and that there was no explanation for the way things fell out of my Mind. Tell them that I never built a bit with an excuse - flimsy stock that is overused - and that I went to the edges of the obtuse for vacation and to unwind.

Tell them that I dared and that I was the cause of all of the overcast Monday skies, for I often distracted the sun with the way I’d shine. Tell them that I was afraid, but that I showed up anyway and that by the end of the day I usually managed to have had at least a little fun.

I’ll somewhere smile to see that their lips thin just before giving way to grins as they remember my outlandish goals, the truth be told if they knew me at all, they’d laugh and carry on about how fearless and bold I appeared to be.

And actually, that would be fine with me.

Tell them that I left a legacy, a dynasty and that for it I will live out tens of centuries, written down in the pages of history as the one and only capable of dancing out time, leaving it exhausted and breathless, Madam, a moment, please, while I stand still for a while...

Tell them that I lived my life on the wire, that even though I was no better and no worse than anyone else in the world, that I was different somehow. That I put my Heart into it because I simply couldn't see the point otherwise.

Just tell them that I was alive. That one day I decided that I wanted to fly - that I found a way to live forever - yes, recount all of my impossible endeavors because in the end they’ll only remember that unlike so many others, at least I had the guts to try.

And yeah, that would be fine with me.

Tell them that I lost and won a thousand times, that I learned how to ride a wild horse surprise. Tell them that after so many falls, be damned that I was even holding on, my Body grew not to dread that long way down. For there, as I wiped the dust from my face and pulled the twigs from my hair, I got an up close look at the solid ground that I was, in fact, walking upon.

So, the next time that I wake up to see that it’s already roused and waiting for me, the why do I bothers... and the how could it matters I’ll remember that I’m building an epic adventure in this eulogy, not an everyday episode that would get lost, having to stop and ask directions all backwards and misrepresented in the metropolis of eternity.

No, they’ll remember in wonder and they’ll say that I was alive.

And frankly, that will be just fine with me.