it is a strange heaven,
this paradise mundane
souls endlessly seeking
that next phenom
be it electronic or celebrity.
or is this the hell they speak of,
the veritable hill of Sisyphus

it is a strange paradise,
this heaven mundane
if this be all that we have
then the treasure is here
in little moments of love,
in glimpses of contentedness,
in the small truths of Alethia’s measured steps.

© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017