Poem: Drala Lights

If I must die,
let it be by defenestration.

Throw me from the twenty-first story heights
of western knowledge,
of modern living,
of faith in science
into the mystic drala lights
that glimmer on the greener edges of this town.

May I savor every moment
and become a believer
on the way down.

This article appears in July 2009.