The first mistake was the turn
to the inside – the rain coming down
in dark sheets, impossible to
breathe, the wipers not fast enough.
The second mistake was drought.
You keep telling yourself you are
free, you are one with spirit.
At this awkward trajectory, you
can’t see the rest of the light, the
part you’re supposed to be standing in.
The third mistake was the angels,
how they were supposed to break through.
The rain brought down half the sky
and turned the holy dust to mud.
Rob Spiegel is a writer and journalist living in New Mexico. He is a senior editor at Design News. His poetry, fiction or drama have appeared in Halfway Down the Stairs, Prick of the Spindle and Adobe Walls.
© 2012, Rob Spiegel
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