Jan Lee Ande

Selected poems from
Mystic in the Cloister

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Corners of the Mouth | After the Burning | Sabbatical

A few angels come here for the view
and the illusion of time ticking on its way.

In Rio de Janeiro, they perch on the outspread
arms of Christ the Redeemer

From his motionless fingers, they gaze
down at the curious ways of people.

They keep messages tucked in sleeves
or folded neatly beneath wings.

The contents never spoken but delivered
mind to mind.

Before leaving, they descend Angel Falls
(Venezuela a thought in the mind’s eye).

Sailing over earth’s longest waterfall—
the rush of white froth, a multitude of tongues.

© Jan Lee Ande 2007