Drafting angels

Like any other, I crave the pastor’s Sunday afternoon nap. Instead, I find myself out on my bike, winding out the day and running out whatever needs to be let go so that I can sleep at night. On a feast day for St Michael and All Angels (of whom I am quite fond; we were married in their church), this is what results:

Drafting Angels

Drawing circles with my cycle
in the air and on the Tarmac,
gyroscopic,
the eternal arc.
Nothing to hear but the wind in my ears;
John Donne, randy poet priest
considered angels to be
disturbances in the air.
The rush of a passing semi truck-
those that don’t kill you make you strong-
the rest is stillness, silence, except for
the demons urging you on.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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