My guardian angel has shining eyes.
Sometimes I think she is indifferent,
but she has deep, amber shining eyes.
I am probably not her only client.
She has clear, insistent eyes
and amazing, jagged brown lips.
There are morning visitations,
when she shoves her black
bearlike muzzle into my face
to lick the sleepiness from my eyes.
I want her to teach me about
being awake, about being present
and having vision, perhaps
about being big and shaggy
and infinitely tender.
I am her guardian angel.
She is not my only client.
© 2005 by W. Patrick Tilcock