God's House

Sleepwalking towards the love I buried in my backyard,
my mind wandered next door.
Her intentions were all but innocent,
as she attempted to capture a small jar full of mixed ideas,
hidden under the neighbor’s kitchen tile.

As I began to dig,
a flow of words airmailed to the oak tree next to me
caught my ear.

``Heaven will have a small tour group
visiting these grounds at 6am tomorrow morning,
please prepare your speech for the angels,
and remember to do those pronunciation exercises
I recommended you beforehand``.

Truly your secretary, Sara

The magic of sadness took a left at the corner,
roaring the engine of time.
As it occurred to me suddenly,
something that seemed of another.

Thus my mind had returned.