Flight

Up here
am nobody.
Pure
as a green grasshopper.
Have left everything.
All my guilt’s.
Down under quilted clouds.

Just self.
Who is that? Nothing?
No one to define me.
Simple
as before I lay in the womb;
or later when earth and I
share the same breath.

This is heaven?
I am not old,
young, married,
or single. No one
has a hold on me.
This cabin is pressurised.

Heaven is only for
a little time.
If eternity ended
I would say, Oh,
that was so short.

© Anne Le Marquand Hartigan 1986

From Return Single, published by Beaver Row Press, 1986

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