Heaven, Perhaps
I think now of leaving something
behind without my name.
This house, with windows just replaced
to last another twenty years
when we most likely will be gone
living someplace else.
Heaven perhaps, or a retirement community,
a room where your bed can see the kitchen sink
and a knock on your door from the hall
is to hear if you still answer.
Joseph Hardy, a reformed human resource consultant, lives with his wife Judi and dog Charley Girl, in Nashville, Tennessee. Since retiring, his poetry has been published in more than sixty journals, including: Appalachian Review, Cold Mountain Review, Inlandia, Plainsongs, and Poet Lore. He is the author of two books of poetry, The Only Light Coming In and Becoming Sky, through Bambaz Press Los Angeles, and a picture book, At the Reading of the Will—And a Boy’s Life Thereafter, through IngramSpark.
