1.19.2017

wings

in the dark i stand
hands extended, exalting
exhaling, exhausting the thoughts in
basal ganglia's house.
whisper shouts
and fix my mouth
'round words of gratitude
hands in the air, i whisper in ears
that hear quiet and clear
the ancestors do
they surround me
stay and ground me
reiki man said my angels had found me
he cleared out third chakra
so heart would start pounding
again. the bulb flashes on and i'm in
i'm on

amber glow sends me out from the dark to the house
or the stoop or the room or the middle of June
or whatever the playwright needs them to consume
if God were the playwright
the Obamas He cued
they were on, they were in
now they're out and they're off
stage
in the wings
to be cued
for better things.