The Saturday Lunch

Heaven is where it is,
The vast expanse
Some call it life
Others death
Aren't we all dancing
Fun or not
being the only choice?

Or maybe just taking in.
Not holding the breath
But knowing it.
Not holding it
But living it.

The warm sun
And a glass of wine
Some olives
Did I say warmth?
And love
And everything else
Small and beautiful.