I have addressed my life like a letter
to arrive at your doorstep,
very likely in ravages, torn,
unrecognizably ancient, but weathered,
having weathered storms
to reach you
out of the cold,
out of the black night
riddled with snow,
out of the magical Unknown
into Whose claiming depths and reaches
I am assured that you do gaze, still,
time and time again,
and so I have flown,
by word of mouth,
by generational exchange,
by the homing pigeon,
or by the printing press,
or even a simple text:
I am addressed to you alone.
I have come through merciless places, relentless Time,
been butchered a thousand times, and fallen asleep
to dream only of you.
I am so imperfect
that I catch the Light of Stars,
Whose magnificence and bounty
we tell of
in our letters
back and forth,
to and fro, and here and there.
I am everywhere because I love you.
I am lost only by those
who forget that they have me.
I am your Angel,
and I have come
forever for you again.
09/12/2016
Richmond