Barroom Angels by Bruce Morton

We cannot see them.

We have yet to see them.

But we know they are there,

All about us in the air,

Flying unidentified,

Assessing us, impressing us,

Oppressing us, distressing us,

As we wonder our wonder of us.

WTF?

            Perhaps they are just

Angels, uncertain as to mission,

Baffled by the human condition?

Bruce Morton divides his time between Montana and Arizona. He was formerly a librarian at Montana State University.