every three years
i am visited by an angel
who touches no ground
—floats effortlessly
uplifts my soul and gives it water
and it is not until her departure
that i realize i was above ground too
for a moment
she talks in wonderful tangents
run-on sentences that run like rivers
connective tissue to seas and oceans
—i could listen all night
to the lullaby in her tenor
the ups and downs of a dulcet melody
hushes and whispers
screen doors wavering—whistling winds
the whole of my heart floating like a butterfly
within her aura I’m a lost little boy
no fears and no doubts
no worries, no sadness
just jaunts on the clouds
—i’m drowsy from her eyes
hypnotic and alive
and the way her mouth moves
and dances and slides
i could fall asleep forever
if there’s one thing I wince
it’s the leaving
the saying goodbye
the knowing that the “see you later”
will last too long
will push me too hard
to a place far far away
where i’m lost all over again
looking, hoping
now at an older age
finding the next time
when we can both be young again