Angels There are no angels walking the earth
Your mother is from Missouri?
Looking for redeemable humans,
That's where my father came from.
Like glass bottles to return for deposit
Misery, he called it. Did she?
No angels taking pity on us
We have that, then.
When we are at the end of our ropes
We are connected now.
No angels earning their wings
You lived in New Jersey?
By showing us how we had it in ourselves all the time.
I never lived anywhere but here.
It's just you and me here
But I like Springsteen
Doing our best. Trying and falling short
We have that, then.
Most of the time but coming close.
We are connected now.
So close.
You're a poet? Me too.
Trying again, trying again
I write about rainbows and unicorns.
Making mistakes, missteps.
Kittens and children
And occasionally reaching out
It's all very sad.
Bracing each other, boosting each other
You? Tone Poems?
What can you see if you sit on my shoulders?
Hmmmm.
Can you reach it? How about now?
Still, we have that.
So close.
We are connected,
When we're lucky, we find each other
But it's tenuous
Paths cross and something tells us to follow
And we will soon part.
Or lead. Either way, we should be together
I think this is where I turn.
For a time. For a distance.
You going straight?
Match my stride with yours.
Best of luck to you.
Head in the same direction
Hope you find your way.
For a time. For a distance.
Onward and upward, right?
Share stories, sing songs
Watch for angels.
Tell jokes, anything to make a connection. For a time. For a distance
Š 2012 Neil McKay
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