From Hilary Mantel’s The Mirror and the Light
If sky’s light dulls the day I die, focus
on horizon’s feathery iridescence.
Imagine it crackling like daredevil
holiday sparklers beckoning you
forward. Do not stop to listen even
if sky bills and coos or wispy
white down tries to bribe your will.
When you finally reach the land
that touches sky you will bow as I did
to an infinity of unclouded splendor.