thinking about dying

I’ve been thinking about dying
so content am i
doing the things of living
I want to go
shining and peaceful
like a bridge to that
shimmering other place

but now
a tiny pain intrudes
its niggling question:
How and when and where?
and I find myself fretting
down the dark road of pain
and despair

But i don't relish
going there
so i ask inside
where my guide
hides
Help! some comfort please!

And quieter than breath
less than a thought
the answer comes:
Death will come
when it comes
and it will be
what it will be…

and somehow
that is good enough
for me