The Smooth Bed of Eternity
By
Radiance Angelina Petro

It’s a soft beginning to the day—just the sky making
invitations to live into its breathing. From then on
my practical life is gone.

Everyday inclines towards the marvelous,
and so, my heart careens towards the sun,
turning my objectives upside down.

Meanwhile, my wants lead me
where there is nothing to do except
participate in them all.

Sometimes, with the wear and tear
of seasons, my fear blocks the entrance way
to light.

You see, I want a soft ending—where I’m lifted,
like a child, from the vestiges of memory,
to where all that is left is the smooth bed of eternity.