Angel

Tuning fork pressed against my spine,
you are constantly humming...
companion to the mystery of being

How have you lived in a revolving door for so long?
a counter-clockwise life with
faces exchanging faces...trapped in momentum

Your grip tightens on the gleaming bar,
pushing...
pushing faster
whooshing air escaping, hissing in your ear,
"Let go and FLY!"

Before gravity brings you back
you'll feel the vibration in your marrow
and remember having wings