Death Wish

If I was granted the grace

to choose where and when

to die, I would choose a day

like this winter's day, in a

gentle snowstorm. As long

as my animals were fed and

my papers in order, let me

drop into a soft field of white,

there to lie cool and quiet

until I am found.

Whatever happens after that...

well, those plans were made

long ago and don't concern

me now. Just know that as

I rest, in perhaps a crumpled

and untidy shape, that the

part of me that in death

knows everything, is content

to see myself finally at peace

on a clean blanket of snow.