Angel 2020

 

Angel heralding my joy for Christmas:

Trumpeting for all to gather

To celebrate Christ’s birth—

Elegantly swaying in the breeze

Waltzing in the wind.

Found one morning in a heap.

The wind knocked out of her.

Pieces scattered.

Rainy and cold, I try to help. . . .

The wind is too strong, too biting.

Brought into the garage, a refuge from the wind,

To re-assemble,

To warm my hands,

to gather my thoughts.

With pliers, zip ties, stakes,

She stands again, but. . . .

She’s changed. 

She has her battle scars, but

She also has changed her attitude.

She is sassy, challenging.

Blown over by the winds,

She leans a little—

her dance has changed , 

her wings outstretched—jazz wings.

Still playing her trumpet, but more Louis Armstrong 

And less Gabriel.

Stand back.

Keep your distance.

Dancing by myself.

Challenging the world,

But, dancing.

Celebrating Christ's birth

Alone,

But, dancing.