Bliss

Heaven might be a banquet.
I’d be happy if it was an eternal summer’s afternoon,
Blue sky, green trees, three cats resting on the green grass…
Only slightly lesser would be a moonlit evening,
The day at its close, staring out my bedroom window,
Pondering life’s mysteries.
Or, possibly, that thunderstorm I watched one night from my dorm,
Rolling across the wide-open fields of the Missouri countryside
In August of 2005, when I was a youthful and wide-eyed twenty-three,
All over again.