Report to Marianne

Are the roads above the earth
Passable at present?
--Marianne van Hirtun

The news is bad—when angels left
they blocked them all by dropping wings.
Some have looked for old paths around.
No one’s seen them since. There’s a song
full of sad news—angels have left.
No one remembers how to sing.

There’s talk of a ladder or stairs,
mostly bluster—quite empty
of hope. None of us want to work--
not that hard. We scuff at loose dirt
and talk. We drop ladders and stare
at ground. Maybe plant trees. Maybe.

So no—roads are too blocked to pass.
One angel dropped a note. No map, though.
We’re stranded helpless as weapons
without eyes. Looking for freedom
on roads that are blocked by our past.
Clouds slide by. They know where to go.

The author is Mark J. Mitchell.
He can be found on Bluesky @MJMitchellwriter.
Image by Kerttu from Pixabay