what’s below would eat us alive

what’s below would eat us alive
if it could, as we go swaggering
in any brilliant Spring,
convinced of our worth
by the weather,
what’s below, shadowed by
last year’s fallen leaves
rotting to mulch would eat us
if it could, and will
a long time in the future
of this day so filled with
life and living that nothing
chills our expectations,
on days like this
we live forever every minute