for showing me how things change.
what was not seen is now seen.
what was visible has disappeared.
not everyone has a view of the moon.
a planet shines like a star.
a satellite moves like a puppet through a space holding everything.
is that what heaven is?
the space that holds everything?
all the currents of time?
the smallness of the human mind?
the habits of bees?
the warming of oceans?
the illusion that there is more?
where choices are pathways,
the very ingredients of life itself,
that a breath, a step, a smile
can be enough?
that where our paths cross
is a place blessed by heaven?