heaven when a man dances in circles at a wedding
arms wide open and flailing
heaven whose spinning is wild, uneven and graceful
as all abandon is graceful out of reach 
of drones not hiding from
silver streaks in sky, a flock of doves
heaven of doves, heaven of earth
this unclaimed land seemed theirs because it was no ones
wasteland become paradise 
of having a body whose every cell is perishable
intervals of sun almost black

Meredith Stricker | My Paradise Is A Field >>
Contents | Mudlark No. 54  (2014)