Angels

III. NATURE.
XVIII.
Angels in the early morning
May be seen the dews among,
Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying:
Do the buds to them belong?
Angels when the sun is hottest
May be seen the sands among,
Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying;
Parched the flowers they bear along.

-Emily Dickinson

p.s. Hey Emily, it is blazing hot here in Philadelphia, the sun is baking the concrete and I'm just trying to get inspired to finish the laundry. I want to go back to bed. But maybe there's an angel peeking behind the cherry tree in our backyard, almost blooming! And one next to the neighbor's front gate, and besides the bus stop. Oh maybe I'm having sun-induced hallucinations. Whatever it may be, it's real in the most angel-like sense, waiting , waiting, waiting for us to wake up and sweat the day away.