Glenn Ingersoll

Him with Wings

My heart fills, fills and empties itself,
and what warms my lips comes from there.
What strengthens the bones of my wings
gets to my heart and through it.

I have a lover in whose black eyes I see the night,
the night I am in amongst stars.
Lord, the grip of your heaven is a relaxed grip,
as of a hand half-sleeping,

as though, Lord, you were dreaming me up,
your dreaming keeping me aloft in his eyes,
the night in which my wings are strong.

Your mouth is parted, Lord, and it is a sleep word
you have spoken that none of us can remember.
Or it was laughter.
And I think that it pleases you, dreaming us upward.




Glenn Ingersoll works for the public library in Berkeley, California. The multi-volume prose poem Thousand (Mel C Thompson Publishing) is available from Amazon; and as an ebook from Smashwords. He keeps two blogs, LoveSettlement and Dare I Read.

“Him with Wings” appeared in an earlier version in Carolina Quarterly