Whirlwind Romance

A rush of emotion dropped a veil over all but the tiny world of the two people in seats 11A and 11B, in a jet plane floating somewhere over the Atlantic, in a still moment in time.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Archangel

6/14/07
Archangel
Michael
Michael
Archangel
Thief
I look at the cloud-scudded skies and see shadows
Of heavy wings
Slowly beating away from me
The face is turned away
You go to greet Lilith the first wife of Adam
Then you turn back to me
Your wing-tipped hand slowly rises
As you take hers
And sink back into Hell.

A tiny flame flickers at the spot
And is gone.
What is that?
A booming laugh from heaven
God is satisfied that
I am inconsolable.


1 comment:

Flossie Benton Rogers said...

Wow, I love this. How stirring.