Cutting Out the MiddleMan

See, here’s the plan: 
we’re going straight 
to the source, that 
centrifugal force 
that comes just up 
of center. Better 

to raise our hands 
than fold 
before 
winning, grinning 
                      (up)
at this gorgeous sky.  

Find Him in the breeze,
the trees, the sigh,
this breath that we’ve been 
given – each smile a 
(moon) slice 
of true heaven. 

::
In April, she poems.