When there is confusion, turmoil,
things going bump in the night – or the day –
I turn my mind (when I can)
to the lightest beings I know.

Day is done and that means
Another day, another chance
to win, lose or try (I know it’s tie, silly)
that’s when the angels come.

Sitting in the backseat,
soothing rhythm, pavement spirals
that’s when the angels come.
When my shoulders are not

too far up to my ears
and there is still room to sit.
The angels come for a ride
and something in me lets go.

These photos are moments lived when I wasn’t thinking of much – except what was there. Right there. That’s it. That’s what there was. That’s what there is.


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