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?

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