Safe

Alan Harris

I have floated like a maple leaf

to the sky below an autumn pond,

to an inner place of rich relief

from gusty winds now slipped beyond.

I sense eternal love from high

(or is it deep?) inside my being,

and find this view before my eye

requires a lighter, wider seeing.

Odd now, the fear those final sighs

would turn out all my lights within,

when light now brings these newer eyes

envisionings of friends and kin.

Since here I live within a force

that moves me anywhere I ask it,

let no one feel the least remorse

upon the closing of my casket.

All