A Good Thing
The lake is warm. The air is cool. Take off
your clothes and join me. The moonlight makes
the water so soft drowning might almost feel
comfortable. The fire is down. The stars
are out. The wind is so low you can hear
the snowflakes hit. Shall we walk out into the
woods, lie down and freeze to death, or shall we
pack up the SUV and make it home in time
for the news? It’s a good thing we don’t
believe in God or we might wind up
dog paddling through a burning oil slick.
As it is we have invented sleeping pills
and air fresheners to approximate
dying and going to heaven.