…our mind is moved to believe angels are a normal everyday occurrence, something we see all around us. ~ Stacey Zarling
Featured Image: Winged Figure, 1889, by Abbott Handerson Thayer, oil, Art Institute of Chicago.
These wide white wings
enrapture me; she carries the past
modeling endlessly for Thayer
the solution for his quest
to capture unseeable angels.
Unsoiled by her shore-dives
she wades on long black stilts
stunning the waters with her white
reflection, emerging triumphant,
a squirming body clamped in gold.
And then, the lift-off
feathery unfurling before claiming
the air. In her sudden
absence, the crisp fall air
illuminates the dearth of song-
birds, last night’s plummet
denying permission for those busy
summer reaches. The sky’s empty.
This new season won’t come cheap,
as we huddle in blankets and hoodies
preparing to relight the fires
opening for true grace
to wing in to our patience
in the inner darkness,
alert for every sign.