ANGELS ON MY AIRPLANE

I fell asleep writing on my flight, and in the always in between space that flying seems to stretch open within me, I dreamt there was an angel on the wing of the plane beside me, dressed in a beautifully tailored suit, laughing with his head flung back into the wind and the sky. I asked him what he was doing and he just looked at me through the plane window with his palm against the glass and said: Girl, just you wait. Just you wait.

And then I startled awake to the Dallas skyline flame orange and crushed rose and lavender and I thought: I am done with waiting.

All peace to each one of you. Dora