The truth is, we are nearer to heaven
Each time we lie down.
Take a look at the cat
Rolled over with its feet in the air.
A sunny morning after last night’s storm
Is one more invitation to paradise.
So we leapt out of bed
To dress quickly, only to tarry
Kissing, and fall into bed again,
Astonished to find
The ceiling over our heads,
And not the blue sky.
—from Rattle #17, Summer 2002