A Time And A Place
This is a good time to live
And a very good place to die.
I am at peace with all things
That seek to disrupt my simple life.
One by one I have put them aside
And sit here in the moment.
The sun rests a soothing hand
Upon my face and arms.
A gentle breeze caresses me.
Thoughts float here and there,
Their beckoning offer no urgency.
Tunes of haunting piobaireachd
Drift upon the air.
The scent of new rain upon the grass
Rises up to me.
What more could I ask
But a few moments more?
But then, if my wish were granted,
What might intrude to bring this moment
To an untimely demise?
This moment is suffice unto itself
So that a brief and graceful exit
Would not be unwelcome.