When I Die Poem by Jan FitzGerald

When I die

When I die make me a nest,
a hay-bed
in a seaward tree -

let my bones lie
a bundle of white branches
dividing the wind's secrets,

north from northeast.

Let me hear
the name of each wave
returning

understand
the morse tapping
of birds in their shells

see the light
of answering cries
over water.

Let my bones lie
hearing the details
of moonlight

the amplified vastness
of love
& all things

surprising.