Almost Heaven
Rolling off the couch
Between cushion and coffee table
My parents’ blue toned Oriental rug
Underneath me
Wrapped in a lush blanket
I stay there, curled up
Head down, so very
Comfortable
Like a bunny (or a fetus)
Wrapped up in fur inside
A den of dirt and bugs
Mycelial network and roots
Earthworms and such
I lay there quietly, silently
At peace for a long time
Darkness inside the blanket
Cuddled up in softness
(or amniotic fluids)
Perfectly content
Like a bunny, I revel
In the light, sun and
Clover, grasses and meadows
Urban yards and drainage pipe
Ditches under driveways
Eating my way through the
Day, lunging only when startled
Surprised or having the premonition
Of being attacked by some
Wild animal, or domestic dog
A loud disturbing sound
Like a lawnmower, leaf blower
Or, a child squealing
Most importantly though
At night, I return to my burrowed
Den, dark and safe
Soft and small fitting
Relaxing
After each night of being
Held by the spirits in my den
(Or in my mother’s womb)
I awake to greet the day
With joy and excitement
Of the coming light
The bright sun and dark rain
The gentle winds and snow
(the hailstorms, I can do without)
And my friends, the birds
Chipmunks, snakes, other
Bunnies and squirrels
But not the cats
Or hawks who want to eat me
Almost heaven
