Most of the people think
there’s no paved way to paradise,
and some of them,
who can afford it,
like those Egyptian pharaohs,
pack up lots of luggage
to keep them comfortable,
while travelling to paradise.
But I just found out
that the road to paradise
is a two-way highway
and now the question is
not what you take with you
but what you bring back
when you return
from paradise.
In the end
I solved my terrible dilemma
by picking from the sand two tiny fragments
of dead corals
washed ashore
in one of those daily paradise storms
when it rains with suns
and snows with moons
and everyone grows a pair
of wind wings,
to travel free
from wonder to fairy tale
