Angel Sightings

Heedless white water birds took flight
Flying off into oblivion for all they knew
Into the concrete colored fog

But memory or the smell of water drew them on

Gliding across the abyss on the wings of dreams

Daybreak at the edge of a mist shrouded lake

Veiled frontiers

An impenetrable day

And the possibility of Angels

Unaware and unseen

Dealing justice or mercy

or both.

Somewhere in the mist.