Little girls have imaginary friends, and sometimes when adults aren’t looking all kinds of little magic happens such as the bubbles fairies blow from their fingertips.
Angel Falls July 7, 2007
There was a great flapping of wings,
enough to cause the water to spill over the banks,
or so it was said,
this was the reason to call it Angel Falls.
I saw no angels
sitting on the bank of the river
heard no wings
flapping above my head.
Clearly the water still rushed, over the side
into a small seemingly bottomless pool
for some reason it bade me
and inexplicably I jumped.
There was a great flapping of wings
and I found myself wet and tired
on the bank of the river
beside Angel Falls.
I knew better than to look into the abyss;
how strange,
that temptation and salvation,
exist but a heartbeat apart.
