And Death Shall Have No Dominion
BY DYLAN THOMAS
Because it’s Monday, and I definitely owe you one for sticking with me through these lean times. Dylan Thomas and his joie de vivre have always fascinated me, his indescribable desire to consume life whole. This poem is fitting, for so many things are dying, ending and beginning. I have to remember that it also means growth, and especially that “though lovers be lost love shall not…”
Time moves on in an irrepressible arc, slowly and then fast and then catching you up at once to bring you into the future that you waited for, hoped for, dreaded, tasted but never dreamed might be possible and it’s more different than you could have believed. I’m a kaleidoscope of emotion. I’m worried about the future, I’m not sure what is going to happen; where I will end up? Will I be happy? Will I ever have the things I can’t begin to reveal, because wanting them now makes me so uneasy?
I used to feel like everything was known and planned forever into oblivion. Now it’s just up to me to make this work, to take life and make it my own. To live, to laugh, to run, to sweat, drink wine and cook, dance in the kitchen to New Order, stay up late and look at the stars, to lay on the grass and watch the clouds, to eat a simple dinner alone, to make new friends, to be somewhere different, to finally be ok with being different and to know that what I want is enough.
It is enough, and death shall have no dominion over it.