Tell Me There Is No Heaven

As you recline on the freshly mown grass

With your eyes closed

And the sunshine

Warm on your face,

Tell me there is no heaven.

And with birdsong

In every angle of your ears,

And the sweet breath plentiful

And touched by the scents on the breeze,

Tell me again, there is no heaven.

Delight

Delight in liquid sea-green,
Washing pebbles
In transparent equality.
Solvent clear as air

And cool
To bathe the blood
And salve the sun,
Hot on the body.

Perhaps a metaphor
For transition
To other energy:
The ever blue

When we
Were nothing
In the seamless
Beginnings

When freedom
Was our own,
As was
Fluent, weightless buoyancy.