Clover Poetry Series: A Teen's Take on Heaven
The poem is responding to the idea that every person's sanctuary or safe space looks different. I thought about what my Heaven would look like, and found that most of what I think holy is in the little things.
"Heaven, In a Handful"
There will be smoke and environmentally conscious light bulbs.
There will be a saxophone player at each bus stop,
everyone will wear a broken watch
and still be right on time.
There will be my aunt’s bread,
fresh from the oven,
spoonfuls of honey
There will be ivy resurrecting from sidewalk cracks
and the kids will use it to play double dutch.
The whole neighborhood hums to the beat.
There will be basements for banshees to meditate,
cough drops and strawberry trees
There will be a river left untouched.
There will be a screen door that leads to a backyard
where you are young enough to ride the tire swing.
And you can't fit the word misanthrope into any sentence.
The revolution forgot your number.
It won’t be calling anytime soon.
It left your PJs under your pillow,
a note that reads:
"There’s some mac and cheese in the freezer.
Try to get some sleep."
By Mila Cuda, 17