angel’s wings

maybe sometimes the angel’s wings
are all about, if only we could see
could hold still long enuff
quills, feathers, would come into focus
all around us, firmament
holding us up, binding us to place

maybe sometimes the angel’s wings
are the people around us
& if we’d let go, we’d know
that they are there, that they care
that we can let go, they’d not let go
that we can, that they’ll hold us to the sun

felt the wings, seen them unfold
heard the rustle of velvet strength
doubted they’d come my way

i know i don’t notice them sometimes
don’t care if anyone’s there
but in the end we’re all together
in the end we’re the angel’s wings
irridescent & grand & unseen

we’re the web holding
the world together
the reason for being

copyright 2007 by Kia Gabrielle McLean