AMEN

Although it looks like heaven
and I say, “Amen,” quietly,
this is actually the world
wide and wonderful
to which we’re bound
at least for a while.
This is the life.
Looking at the persistent
mist crawling in
over the long grasses
over the hills
Peace there
like sighs
like stretching backward
Touching the earth
And stretching outward
Touching the sky
Then heart slowing down
Wind like a sonata
played like a whisper
last note drifting off.
Shining.
Satisfied here
Now.
Whole.
Mist coming in.
Sleep coming in.
I say “Amen” once more.