Heaven Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

I want to think
Heaven is made for me
and for you
but only as an afterthought
I look inside
the playground of my mind
where a narrow gap
forms a cleavage of rituals
where the flowers bloom
after the rain is gone
and the sun shines
with embers of glowing light
stroked across an emerald sky
and hues and tints blush with beauty
spiraling delight more than rainbows
can offer colours in an arc
that’s when I come to my senses
and tug at your combed hair
and pinched your chubby cheek
and sigh with a smile
as I undo the notion
that Heaven is not
what I think it is
but a secret
unfolding
eternally in all of us.