Is this it?

Sitting cross-legged in the grass
looking up at an abundance of blueberries,
Sunshine streaming through;
the sound of my children
and husband’s voices
hangs on the gentle breeze,
over the hum of grasshoppers.
My daughter comes to me to ask..
my favorite dessert
my favorite color
my favorite game.
She tells me my birthday
in in 107 hours.
‘Is this it?’ I ask the sky.
Face turned toward the light.
Is this it?
A preview of the new earth,
of what a perfect version
of this world might be.
Just a glimpse.
Yes. This is it.