strange winged creatures that we, in this world, have loved

Where do angels

fly in the firmament,

and how many can dance

on the head of a pin?

 

Well, I don't care

about that pin dance,

what I know is that

they rest, sometimes,

in the tops of the trees

 

and you can see them,

or almost see them,

or, anyway, think: what a

wonderful idea.

 

I have lost as you and

others have possibly lost a

beloved one,

and wonder, where are they now?

 

The trees, anyway, are

miraculous, full of

angels (ideas);even

empty they are a

good place to look, to put

the heart at rest--all those

leaves breathing the air, so

 

 

peaceful and diligent, and certainly

ready to be

the resting place of

strange, winged creatures

that we, in this world, have loved

 

["About Angels and About Trees" by Mary Oliver]

Done