The children tell me what they know about heaven

having been so recently, like a waiting room, crowded,

obscured on earth by clouds, like the place I take them to play

before getting shots, except it's not run by a doctor who calls

them by name, according to an appointment, there is God who decides

when it's your time to be born and if you're not ready, if you're afraid

of heights, of falling so far, if you're too scared to jump - 

 God will give you a push