ON THE WAY TO HEAVEN
When the planet can’t stop shaking
I take the high road made of stones
no matter which way the wind blows.
I hurl myself over earthquake crevices,
and have no fear of the aftershocks.
A runaway parakeet perches on my shoulder
urging me to smile over and over again.
The enemy is nowhere to be seen.
Skywriting warns that danger lurks.
I follow the North star and head directly
for the Magdalen Islands.