Heaven

At Starbucks I received a cup of coffee
on which had been printed the words
"heaven is so overrated" along with some more.

I agreed as I took that first sip.

There's the old line about how
anyone interesting was unlikely to get in
and that hell would be more of a party.

I picture nuns and priests up there.

My idea of heaven includes this breeze
that blue sky and the cloud there
grey on the bottom, frothy white on top.

I will need coffee there as well.

And there will have to be something missing
otherwise what will we wish for and
what will we strive toward?

I think we all need something to wait for.

Cars are nice too, especially with the window down
and the radio playing some song by a sinner
while a crazy dog chases the hubcaps.

I'm beginning to see something.

Heaven will have to be just about like this place
this city in which I live, with all of these people
around me and the thrill of what's next.

I wouldn't mind there being a bit more sun.

But otherwise, heaven should be just about like this
and every moment should be one in which I see
that heaven isn't anything far away.

It's inside this cup of absolutely delicious coffee.

I'll drink it down.