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.

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