There were gutsy items on the list:
pluck a feather from an owl
as he sleeps, or the whisker
of a tiger fully awake;
lay still in a mountain stream until
the flow of cold water over my body
brings the peace of a silent mind;
ring in a new year astride the international
date line, invisible marker dividing
tomorrow from today.
Each line of type reveals a dream
devoid of normalcy or routine.
Sadly, it is often in the making of a final list
when we grasp why Herrick urges
the virgins to gather rosebuds.
Awakened Words 
I wish I had gathered more rosebuds while I could! I love your wordling fantasy, especially straddling the international date line.
The first stanza is magical.
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Everything is possible and best to be done before the feeling of regret overtakes you, as it surely will. Just leave the tiger’s whisker till last!
The scent of rosebuds lingers.
True indeed, well done.