Little Stone Angels

Is this light or some other illumination

I see burning off the edges of the roof

I want to see as some sort of angel

with a stern face looking through me

turning across the sky like an odd bird?

In each breath I feel both full and empty

looking for the end of the line despite myself

where the one end is all I did as someone else

and the one in hand is my own doing only me

where did I think I was going all this time?

It is not hard to find me everywhere you look

through my eyes I see the whole world

and even the feeling you have where you are not

me but only you is intimately assuring

to the ribbon of living washing this morning

into the all of us alive at the same time song

where you play your tune at once alone

and low in the unknown through it all we

each take our turn at tuning out the rest

so in the deepest quiet of our little fire

is a nest of woven notes aglow we ignore

holding us aloft for a few moments more

to look out at the whole of it to know we

are this one thing alone only once again

offering the sleeping angel our last home

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