'Outhouse'

'Outhouse'

When my time has come

I'll travel 'long

That winding path

Slip through

the door of time

For there awaits

The stillness

A oneness

A tempo of ease

I'll smell the sunshine

Along the way

And laugh awhile

I'll take a seat

And count the sunbeams

Bouncing through

The weathered cracks

I'll contemplate

The best of gifts

Life gave to me

Peace of heart and mind

And spend eternity

In the cradle

Of my awareness...

Kesti©1989