Two poems: "Vocation" and "beatitude"

Vocation

The way that spring radiator is colder

than ever, for a start I wish it was winter again —

For a few minutes every day, if I’m lucky
I’ll admit the sky

I think,
I can’t remember, why

have you hidden your heart on this earth?

But you have hidden your heart on this earth.

beatitude

I will save eternity

for later

for now I’ll leave
the open air

open
where birds are and go

from here
farther

as singular this earth that has more
pears in it and sunlight

ever
than sun could