gone to earth
hold me, Beloved
hold me
I long for you
to be reunited with you, Beloved
to return to you
it is the children who hold me
here
the children
my children, grown
the hope of grandchildren
the damaged children
the new and young children
the old children in adults
who are so sad
it is the children who hold me
here
sometimes I am so sad, Beloved
I long for you
I do and I don’t
long for you
to call me home
and hold me
I know
that you hold me, Beloved
every moment
even when I cannot feel your touch
I know, Beloved
you will call me home
and hold me
now and forever
in your infinite embrace
sometimes when
we are alone together
and just talking
wandering from topic to topic
and you say I always disagree
and I say …(I don’t say no I don’t)
and I say I like to think about things
from all sides
and you listen some too
sometimes when
we are alone together
and just talking
it is as if we have reached a harbor
and feel at home
I try out
for a solo
singing
my director
is pleased
I am growing
she says
I am beautiful
she says
I look like a different person
she knows
a little of what I have weathered
my patient
is 86
and her husband died
in December
she misses him so
as she comes into the room
one day
she says
you look as if you have wings
and are ready to take off
and I freeze
for a moment
in surprise
that she can see
my wings.
the problem with angels
is that they aren’t grey
nor do they have color
they are black
or white
sort of boring, really
pick one side
good or evil
night or day
male or female
I would rather be fluid
I want to be able to transform
liquid to solid
solid to gas
gas to solid
gas to liquid
flow around things
seep into the earth
always always
return to the sea
keep your wings
project black or white
as you choose
on me
while I flick water at you
and go for a swim
_____________________
written 2014
I can’t fall
until I let go
my cousin says that people learn
to stay away from angry people
I am hurt and then let that go
and think, yes, she is right
my cousins say over and over
that I am too angry when I’m not angry
until it makes me angry
my cousin gives good advice
I let go and stay away
it’s not my anger
I thought allopathic medicine
was where we listened to the patient
I let go of that too, disillusioned
a family member wants to be free
I let go
I let go of you slowly
I let go of coffee
I let go of sitting next to you
I let go of seeing you daily
I let go of asking
I let go of driving by
I let go of hope
I have not let go of longing
I think that I can fall
without letting go of longing
it is only a thread
like a spider’s web
thrown into the universe
I don’t think it will stop me
from falling
Another Falling Angels poem.
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