The sky’s so thick with gray
not even the faintest shape
of cloud shows through.
Somewhere behind, the planes
drag their wings along
a current of air.
The sun a moment makes
this subtle U of light
in a corner of my view
before taking flight. Angel,
wing, the undefined thing
I thought I saw that wasn’t
really there. Not even the birds think
to close the gap between the pine & yew.
So many voices in the sky
to hold inside my mind – yet yours
is the one I want to hear. The word,
the song as you lean down & touch
the ground, one hand to each shoulder,
head & heart – my heart my
prayer as you come back through the air
& find me waiting there
Photo by Ilyuza Mingazova on Unsplash
