I Hope to See

When that moment comes, 
In that final illumination that comes to all.
To be aware of the earth as it turns from the sun. 
To feel the weight of the darkness 
Falling into the heaving canopy of the trees. 
To hear their leaves, tongues ululating into the wind. 
To see in the rising scent of sweetgrass, 
In the dancing shadows of the thistles and milkweed, 
The eyes waking in the night, 
And the stars plunging like stones into the lake, 
Ready to receive us.