There comes a moment
when, if our backs
are turned, it will arrive
and if we notice it
and hide in corners.
We may see it
in the periphery
and sneak up on it.
If we move
quickly enough, we can
snatch it up
and watch it fly
off into the morning.
He says, in a quiet aside he hopes
no one will overhear, that he
has grown tired of being an angel.
And not for the reason we might think,
he adds with a wry smile.
The work is not all that difficult,
in fact there seems to be less of it
week by week, but he has grown patient.
The real problem is sleeping,
there’s too much time for it now,
but have you ever tried sleeping
with a set of wings on your back,
talk about shoulder pain, and don’t
think of rolling over, that
is always a bumpy ride to the floor.
I tried being birdlike, of course,
but even the saints had to laugh
as I kept falling out of the trees.