And Have Not Love

Even though I should fly with the wings of angels, if I have no love then I am hollow and false.

Angelic Aspirations

If I were to wait
with you in the weeds, the verge
of the world, tasting
the idle weaving
of clouds and birds and blue sky
and making all that
my own slow notion
of how you have entered me
and feathered your nest,
used my right lung's air
as your very own after
granting all wishes
I held in secret,
if I were to wait with you
I might earn my wings.

September 19, 2010 4:30 PM