When that moment comes
From the shadows
—that final illumination that comes to us all—
I hope to be aware of the earth as it turns from the sun. 
To feel the weight of the falling darkness.
To hear the leaves in the trees ululating
In the wind, calling out the loss.
And to see
The stars plunging like stones
Into the lake
Always
Ready
To receive us.

—July 2025 —