Earth Angel:  A Poem

fallen from the firmament,

separated from the sky,

cast out like refuse,

you land with wings tattered

but intact.

you will not fly again.

you sink into the moment

that threatens infinity,

settling into the loam,

the humus,

the mold and the muck,

delicately,

like dust in a quiet room,

elemental

in your surety,

you fill the spaces between . . .

you belong

as if you had never left

and with knowing eyes

and open ears

you eventually find me.

so . . . have you quite deigned to rejoin the fray,

Earth Angel, have you now come home to stay?

by Bruce L. Wodhams

art by Bruce W. Miller