Rising to the sky
Feet point downwards to the ground
Heaven is above

Oh, Honey

plastic pick plucking strings,

a steady strum breaks out.

swaying like a reed in the breeze,

your heartbeat the metronome.

voice like rain, varying in intensity.

joyous relief,  joyous release,

an audience of one.

Your Morning Rapture

Post-Rapture

There was very little to do 

after the rapture except for 

having to clean up the few piles 

of clothes left scattered around.

It only took about a week.

Believers of the other faiths

that remained held great

debates about what it all meant.

The rest of us kept moving.

Not surprisingly

the traffic in Los Angeles

was just as bad as ever.