In the Fog (All to Watch Angels)

The sky has become water, suspended. We’re caught in this ocean, this cloud, Enveloped in water, almost floating.

It shouldn’t be this reassuring, This comforting, Tucked in and safe, Afraid to push away the blankets,   Afraid to look for the seam in the drapes, Knowing that we, by waving our arms, Even slowly, hands open, fingers spread, Like feathers, like wings, Can push this ocean, this sky, away, Change it’s slow and heavy course, All to watch angels, in the fog, twirl and dance, The tips of their feathers brushing past, almost touching us, And knowing The slightest breeze, The inevitable breeze, Will open the drapes, cut lines in the mist, And then?

Then we, alone and heavy, stones on the shore, In those moments before the glare takes over, Will see, clearly, The monsters and the magic.

Original poem by Erwin A. Dence, Jr. All rights reserved. Photo/Art from illustration from “Angels Unaware” by J. Dudley, not that I’m in any. way. endorsing the book; the illustration suited my needs. SO, THANKS. Perhaps when I put my collection together, “Mistaken for Angels,” I’ll reach out to Mr. Dudley.

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