As If The Angels Poem by Corrine De Winter

As If The Angels

As if the angels were listening
When we least suspected they would spy on us-
As if God did not have a sense of humor,
Or be given to mood swings.

I do not live in the beehive: I AM the beehive,
Buzzing in circles, twirling about
The layout in search of sweetness,
But also in a shadowed knowing
That no matter what I would find,
It was all the same.

In the womb of life here, we may drown-
And our drowning no less a statement
Than coming up for air,
Or toiling to survive the river
Which rushes against us.

The dragonfly, our universal Mother
With wings veined like fine leaves
Alights in all of our lives with a message:
You must fly. You must rise above the cages
Of humanity, though you are among the swamplands,
And below is a tangle of black
You cannot fathom.

You must fly.