Heaven Hasn’t Budged

by allisonkujiraoka

The sky’s the limit,

whether a balmy blue canopy

or low-slung impermeable rock.

Whether our prayers melt through

or bounce right back.

It may stretch our limbs;

it might pin us flat.

Either way, the stars align

in bright constellation.

In any fact or fiction

you can answer this one question:

Despite our dull perception

Heaven hasn’t budged.