There is someone waiting for you…

Driving west to pick her up,
I look skyward at fat sheep-fluffy
clouds

bordered by wispy white ones
where a hazy angel shimmers,
wings outstretched,

a virga cloud of celestial droplets
against the blue.

There is someone waiting for you…

It is Easter week,
and she is sleeping more,
at this moment cocooned
in pure oxygen.

I am on my way to collect her,
but I cannot shake the vision
of angel vanishing into cloud—

not unlike the coyote I saw
earlier as I drove through
the park,

loping leanly through spring
green in the opposite direction,
then shrouded by foliage.

There is someone waiting…

We catch glimpses of what is
briefly shown, all of us walking
slowly toward what we can’t see,
every step moving us to
the next place

where someone kind,
someone caring,
waits for her, for him,
for me, for you.

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Inspired by “Someone” from “The Book of Rounds” by the October Project