The Garden of Zinnias

The road to heaven is lined with
Zinnias
We will neither walk nor fly, earth
Turning underfoot

Suspended in this moment
Right here
Holding you in the air

September’s first cool wind
In your hair
Ruddied and sniffling,

Your mouth agape,
Giggling
I knew I had felt this somewhere

We have all felt it somewhere and think we are
Flying
But we have always been here in
The garden of zinnias

Suspended,
Squinting our eyes at the wind

Oowaa!
Oowaa!

The hairs standing on our skin

Ahdada
Ahdada

Must have been here
Flying toward late summer’s sun
Must have been
Heaven

Aloowa
Shine-owa
Machupine-owine

La la
La di da