The Shape and Breadth :: A Poem
the shape and breadth
i want angels,
big fiery ones.
i always have.
i want the miracle
a sky shaped being to intervene
in the nick of time,
i want their wings to brush
my face. i want Aurora Borealis
but here in the tropics
and i want it to catch me up,
to lift me so
i don’t fall. i want it to bring me
somewhere else, somewhere
quiet yet filled with roaring flame.
i want it all.
i went for a walk this morning
and there were birds, and when i considered
every beautiful thing as love from God
i felt for a moment as though I was
standing under a spigot, wide and gushing.
i soaked it all in, and
who is to say, really,
that the shoulders of the mountains
the hovering clouds
were not the shape and breath
of angels?
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This poem is one that I wrote last May. I’m back to writing daily poetry because I missed it so much. Support me on Patreon and get my poems in your inbox.