My Brief Encounter With An Angel
On the path ahead
there was a woman whose face
pulled my head out of a swivel – my eyes stilled
to rest on her image.
Her jaw was square and set,
her shoulders wrapped in a forest green Keffiyeh.
What was left of the day's light
shone directly from her eyes.
All five feet of her being were rooted
in justice, and in hope.
And her eyes, her eyes –
a brilliant blue.













