Earth twin

The cat drinks from the sink,
an onion skin floats to the floor,
a scientist on the radio says
we are always searching for other
planets that would support human life.
The onion skin splinters as I pick it up.
If anyone ever asks whether I believe
in life on other planets, I say yes
right away. I don’t need to think
about it like I do with most questions.
The scientist says we’re a universe
in a multiverse; I know an endless
poem. His point, he tells us,
as I crane the cat to the floor, is
there might be planets even more
suitable for human life than ours.
I use the dishcloth to wipe shards
of onion skin from the floor. It takes
a day or so for me to comprehend
he was talking about Heaven.