In these hours of fascination
the mountains, running north
to south to north, have had
the uncommon good sense—or
imagination—to admit angels.
Not to be left out, watery realms
from oceans to streams also
extended gracious invitations,
but leave no doubt about it:
it was the mountains who
started the trend. Now, when
the very air seethes with wishes
and threats, an angel on bended
knee, can be found in every puddle,
on every street corner. Do you doubt
the truth of this? Then drive beyond
the clipped seams of your cities,
into a rolling countryside on a cool
autumn morning. There, in the small
valleys and gullies, where creeks trickle
and rivulets flow, you will see, with
your very own eyes: angels rising
in ribbons from the earth, and
on the hushed air, their misty sighs.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Image: CGCowboy
