in there, she’d said -
and wouldn’t it begin – as always – with the motion?
theirs and ours -
with our uncertainty
about the place of angels
in this world.
or with our unease – maybe -
and never settled understanding
of whether it is benevolence we’re after
or whether they are here to protect us
or to watch us
or maybe just to serve as a singlechord reminder of the order of these things:
them, out there
us, in here
or the reverse of all that, maybe -
that that fullwingedflutter underneath my skin
that one that might be fear -
is in fact an understanding
that something larger still presides
with a rolling shouldered grace
that feels like love
or could be just a reminder
that i am the one out here who’s wandering -
that i am the one who’s passing through.