My Better Angels

The morning breeze whispers through window. and a song plays in my head again and again and again while a new poem yet unmeasured stirs. I ponder the many ways to say love and affection. My mind’s eye sees glistening lakes and fields the highways that take me away and me back here where I find my time and place. The clothes dryer in the backroom hums as I glance out the window. Last night I saw a photo of my friend of when she was a bride and now she is divorced. I ask myself how I can make someone as beautiful as she happy again. She returned to work and I was drawn to her the time when she asked if I was working the next day as the night slipped away. She was my happy birthday wish growing more beautiful every day and I was her valentine the afternoon when as she squeezed between the time clock and me. Someone else who’d seen us together said we were best friends I showed my friend a story and told her it was going to be published in a magazine. She said she was proud of me. I showed her poems and she read between the lines. Now I realize moments spent together in the cosmetic aisle and conversations in soft voices were more than they seemed. This morning as I awaken my life comes back to me as a bird outside my window sings.