by Kayla Earls
What all does an angel have to think about?
To meditate on?
Have an open book
To verify facts
Isn’t everything laid out?
All your questions
Answered
All your answers simply
Given
But you
Are an intelligent being
You question
Why?
This and that
Whys coming in a constant stream
A river
Of light pouring from your perfect
Mind
You hear it trickle down
Whys hit the page
Hows drop like water
Hitting rocks…tap tap tap
Just like your fingers
Against your forehead
Trying to make the idea click
The light switch, flicks
On, Like
Morning Star
Those who followed
That bright light
You handsome idea
Lucifer
Our cast-away angel
