Reflections on a piece of pumpkin pecan pie
If this is Heaven,
why must I leave it so soon?
Why can't this tiny
little bit of gold stay?
I'll tell you why:
Those who come here
are always disappointed
because they find what they seek.
And having found, must move on
to something new and unfamiliar.
Isn't it always so
with the young and the sleepless?
(Don't tell anyone,
but this isn't the real Heaven;
the real Heaven happens
behind the double doors
in the cool white light
at 2 a.m.)
© 2008 Scott Wiersdorf