{poetry.amateur} Heaven

A rainy day,
walking under a red umbrella
Towards a local farmers' market ...

An hour or so passes,
but still no signs
of the market or anything else

Is this a Saturday?
Or time has frozen,
and it's still Friday?
Or any other day?

Still wandering in the rain,
Under a dark red umbrella ...

We arrive at a place
with colourful people
who do silly things
and there are other people
who laugh at those silly things
And we laugh at them all

We have no more time to stay
"We are looking for a market,"
"A market?" she asks and laughs
She looks like Satan's sister
with her bright orange hair
Men eat swords and other shiny things
This must be hell
All are fat and laugh out loud
This must be hell

I wonder, "If this is hell,
heaven might be close then"

We walk and walk and walk
Suddenly, the rain stops
and we arrive at this other place
full of beautiful people
beautiful hard-working people

An old Russian lady who thinks I speak Russian
She sells hand-woven wool attire
She smiles when someone buys
one of her beloved machine-washables
"Cold water," she insists, "and no dryer."
She doesn't smile or laugh
at silly things

One fellow sells everything gold
He smiles when you stop at his shop
He has a golden envelope opener
and a golden nail clipper
and other golden things, which
aren't made from gold unless
you are in heaven

I start to wonder,
"Are we in a market, or
are we in heaven?"

Another lady sells red fruits
She calls them tart cherries
I have looked for tart cherries all over Canada
Some cherries exist everywhere,
but not tart cherries!

Tart cherries, I am sure, exist only in heaven!

We are in heaven!
Heaven's very beautiful
Heaven's very beautiful.