“Angel”

By Joan McNerney

I want to make an angel

in the snow though I am

old for that sort of thing.

That is something I have

never done.  A woman from

Vermont told me about it.

Nobody made slush angels

in Brooklyn…unheard of…

with no meadows to angel in.

We just threw hard packed

snowballs at each other

sliding over icy streets.

Now I will take my pick

of snow.  Find a perfect

field of that lush white stuff.

I will lay down on a cool bed

flapping my arms up and down

to make sacred patterns.

Yes, I will angel away

over and over until finally

I fly off to heaven.

Want to wing it with me?