We always visit
the cemetery,
every city,
we ever visit.
I don't know
what it is,
but
we just have to
look at dead people.
Usually,
we stand there
and share a memory or two
about the deceased.
This time
it felt
weird.
Our dog was
acting
strange.
She was calm.
Usually,
she licks the walls
and pisses herself.
It was a nice change.
After hoping over
a few graves,
we ended up
at my great grandfather's.
There was a table
over the top of it
with chairs
surrounding it.
We all sat down.
Including the dog.
It was almost like
a channeling,
but we weren't
intentionally
doing it.
It happened spontaneous
and beyond our control.
The spirits were guiding us.
I could feel eyes on me.
The dog was staring at me.
It was my grandpa,
I could feel him
behind those crusty eyes.
He spoke.
Live
that untamed awesomeness
that resides
within you.
It is
what they call
heaven.
It is in you.
Close your eyes.
Feel it?
Now
live
it.
See you later.
Ruff ruff.
She jumped down
and began licking
the face on the tombstone.
When I awoke,
I felt
heaven
inside me.
To this day,
I wonder how
I could have
missed it.
