As I sit on the cabin deck at sunset
stillness settles over Lake Dunmore –
on the sloping hillside below oaks and
pines aglow in the late afternoon sun;
lost in the lake’s shimmering gold
the soulful song of a loon searching
for its mate. Oh, this lovely
wounded world is filled with light.
I am being drawn out of my body
into the growing, glowing stillness.
Is this the way it will be,
I wonder, just before I die?