I was just thinking
don't they deserve to be here?
Holding hands and gazing at the multitude
"Look, Lovey
look at what we started
when we decided to join hearts all those years ago
look at all the love gathered here:
made, chosen, lost,
but mostly, sustained."
Just so you know,
someday
I plan on being there.
I plan on making little windows through the clouds,
coming down like molecules of god light
or tip-toeing among the shadowy dreams of my
children's children's children, like:
"Hey there - don't mind me.
But let me tell you about where you come from,
at least what I know of it."
I plan on watching with a curious smile,
plan on whispering in their ears
in that whoosh of a disembodied voice.
"You can go on and on,
it's amazing how you can go on
when you consider
all that has been beautiful
along the way."
I plan on watching delicately
and fluttering their curtains
or the tongue of a candle flame,
and creaking gentle footsteps upon their stairs.
I do hope it doesn't scare them.
And honestly, I would not mind a ghost or two
looking on with pride
at what has grown and rooted and unfurled
the knowledge passed down in various tomato gardens
and in the way a little boy casts his fishing line
and the loving preparation of potato candy and
cheese pepper and onions spread on crackers.
Yes, I hope they are watching
and one of these days
I'd soon like a message from home.