Angel Within

Michelangelo

saw the angel

in the marble and did

not stop carving until

he was

free

winged and gossamer,

lithe and strong, love itself.

is it hubris

or humility

to believe such art lives inside of me?

certainly I have been the block,

so hard,silent,

and alone.

as I have been a sculptor

straining to uncover from stone’s

cold embrace

the space

inside of a breath,

the will to spread my wings,

and I have been the

angel on a sunny

afternoon,

or in a

long-anticipated hug.

must it be one or the other

or is it the question itself

which binds

the angel within.