When I die,
I want to be a whirlwind of snow,
if just for a moment, at my passing,
gently twirling in the first snowfall of the season.
A whirling, twirling energy of love and joy
(for how else could I express what is deep inside
and what we become fully in spirit?)
I would turn and twirl down Front Street,
when the lights are shining
in the leafless trees,
and touch your face
with gentle wisps of snow.
So that you remember
what it is like to feel unfettered,
like an innocent child
who is hopeful,
knowing that life has promise,
that this sacred earth will support you
and that your soul has wings.
And perhaps you will let go
of the fears that bind you in unhappiness
and quiet your restless mind long enough
to feel and listen
to what is deep inside of you
like a whirlwind of snow –
just waiting to dance.