We orbit the floodlights of Acme above abandoned shopping carts. Granted, we all share a universe. And she, the human below and ignorant to us, flashes a selfie. Sees later in the photo an angel above her head and so thus shares it viral.
Quite a photo I might add. Some disbelieving followers then soon debate whether it is indeed an angel or just a serendipitous, up close blurred moth in the foreground, which it actually is. I should know. It's me.
Up close, I've got a face. Maybe to strangers, rather hideous. But, by some grace, perhaps there is a place where wolf can lay with lamb while a beautiful bug like me not need to be satisfactorily blurred and misconstrued to be heavenly.
Published by Other People's Flowers,2019
Sunday, March 31, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: ignorance,prejudice