Holding Heaven

     When I write a poem,

     my mind finds a place

     to aim all its focus,

     to unwind its space;

     

     As if I had something

     beyond the tiring race,

     as if there was somewhere

     towards which we could face;

     

     Where the sun goes ahead

     and we spin in its grace,

     with the moon in pursuit

     all dressed up in lace;

     

     The stars all around us

     stand still in the case

     that holds all the heavens

     for a queen and her ace;

     

     Stand here and behold it

     these words can't keep pace

     to form this existence

     to convey this embrace.