I wrote this a few years ago as a prose comment to a Facebook post. I recently stumbled across it again when Facebook showed me the old post as a “memory.” Part of the dialog that inspired this response involved a discussion wherein I was asked to explain what I think angels are. I responded saying, “Any life affirming entity. Today I talked with a number of them,” and then the poem.
Talking with Angels
Today I talked to the angels.
A lot of them.
They thrust into the air
and took the horizon.
They gathered above peaks
in lenticular folds.
They congregated whispers
along rocky slopes and
they clustered long sips
from canyon creeks.
Their stony gaze bouldered
from mountainsides and
they rose in meditation
from valley floors.
Today I talked with the angels,
and they sang me songs
I have not heard
in very a long time.
