For forty seconds

My dream of heaven was in my living room

Grinning up at the windows, eyes shut

Floating in white sunlight, filling my skull

And organs and arteries as I cracked

Open my eyelids and in came

The celestial horizon

I, sinking wonderfully through that

Anesthetic ocean, weightless in my own solid way

Nested in warm pockets of infant contentment

My God was my own suckling satisfaction

And the smiling ignorance of everything

I opened my eyes, and stepped to the side

So that I was bathed again in

The ordinary Everything

I felt stupid, but thought

That heaven was nice

For forty seconds