How impressive the ladder looks from the bottom,
disappearing, as it does, into the clouds.
How those rungs invite;
how everyone encourages you to climb,
so you do.
And all the way up: yes, up, up, up
and, at the top, no more rungs:
space, just space;
they invited you to climb to a space.
Perhaps, I think, this may be Heaven;
maybe, set my molecules free
to wander through Heaven.
Perhaps, the thought is Heaven;
perhaps such a moment is eternity.
