Monday, March 30, 2015


for Ervin Laszlo

            Let’s say, as many do, we do not die
            But rather, pass away into a zone
            That disembodied spirits occupy,
            The tale of which from ancient times we’ve known.

            No longer just a superstitious fable,
            But validated now objectively,
            Not by a medium with a wobbly table
            But protocols that prove veracity,

            The afterlife exists, to be explored
            By those of us still on this earthly plane
            To learn what revelations ghosts afford
            And what enigmas spirits might explain.

                 But best of all—to know that we’ll persist
                 And reunite with loved ones we have missed.