K e l l y F o r d o n
Unzip the Sky
I was driving past the Revelation Church of Holiness. On the radio a
scientist was talking about dimensions nine through thirteen—
superstring theory and whether a four-dimensional life form might
one day unzip the sky and beckon to us. The scientist was open to
multiple possibilities. Maybe there are happy people living in the sixth
dimension, in molecules on top of our ash cans, trees from heaven,
no weeds in their world, the Rouge River a flute brimming with
cheap champagne. Hold my hand; let’s float like Chilly Willy over
Belle Isle, past the Saint’s Temple to heaven’s giant Slurpee machine.
God is the man behind the armored glass.