Dancing with Angels

A poem about creative inspiration and divine guidance

Sometimes
they lend me
their wings
I didn't think
they were detachable
Maybe they just
keep theirs too
I'm not really sure
I can't see them
with my eyes
But I can hear them
with my heart
and see them
with my soul
Sometimes
I worry
that they'll abandon me
that I'm no longer
good enough
that the cars
the horns
the ruckus of life
will deafen me
So I need to find
quiet places
for my mind to nap
That's when
they whisper
That's when
I write
No
that's when
they write
using their hands
to guide mine
Why did they pick me
Why
This is when
they go silent…
Maybe because
my greatest peace
is listening to them
sharing their words
glimpsing
into eternity

A poem by Pemba Umoja