Will this place be our only heaven?
Have I sinned for asking this?
I try to maintain my balance on my daily tightrope walks,
Even as I’m being bombarded with righteous and opinion-filled arrows,
Herding me to submit in prescriptive servitude.
Since I’m temping here, I also sought after a self-indulgent euphoric peace, just in case.
Watching my custom-made scale,
I pray that I’ve accumulated enough afterlife tokens,
Hopefully enough to exchange for a plot of land
Near a heavenly river.
I’m just an audience member standing way at the back,
With a one in a million chance of being called up
To experience “The Great Grand Thing.”
It’s all a seemingly impossible treasure hunt,
Simplistically displayed, it’s still hard to find my place even with the directions at hand.
Was it the first right before the dead end?
Mirvat Manal is a fiction writer and poet. Her work has been published in The Leon Literary Review, Maudlin House and The Cabinet of Heed. Mirvat has also been included in Best New British & Irish Poets Anthology 2021.