Condiment

Do not say a thousand days
is enough to be born,
or a thousand years.
Life is an infinite appetite.
When my ship leaves
it will be packed with loved ones.
It will take six forevers
to be tired of them,
or a thousand.
A journey around the universe,
every second of which
I am born inside
and that is how it will go on
in my living.
And if it must end,
when it does end,
we will all have become
the salt of life itself,
dissolving in one great embrace
in the sea of forever
leaving the taste of our joys and sorrows
in its tides.