The wandering stars
The wandering stars that blink weakly
down on us
as a woman shudders on the fire escape
barely able to
close her eye
dreams of
disappearing into dark matter
where her
husband’s incandescent rage can be
snuffed out and
she can drift
opening pages of
herself she knew
but couldn’t
read, a promise glimpsed
in the eyes of
her children
when god’s
shield slipped and the sky
was emptied of
angels
to sing without
loneliness
to see eternity
beyond the silhouettes
of billboards and
buildings scraping the sky
to move beyond
this empty struggle
and drift and see
every part of
herself move out and away
from the parts
of her life she no longer needs
to speak and
sing
with the voice
of an angel
who walks on the
ground
an angel, glad
to walk on the
earth
That's a very moving piece and a lovely photo!
ReplyDeleteThank you ACski - the photo was taken on my phone of the Bellinger river - a very beautiful place
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