Believer by Andy Chen Weathervane of infinite angels, smoke sharpens the air. Below you, I’m supposed to be home. Slate shingles, flagstone. Flag that tells a country its folklore. Long ago songs blooming in gusts. Gutter giving space for a nest. Greenery crown, moss as soft as it looks. Moths—Hairstreak, Antler, Pale Grass Blue—I relish your applause. Weathervane winged. Light on bronze, arrow survived. Sometimes I blink and can’t believe it. A new web, sparked with dew. Horizon: I love how you withhold. Surface: how the pebble breaks you. Cicadas: the parting in your song. Stars: that your light leaves the night unseen.
Love all the unexpected turns
Thank you. Mystery exposed like light on a leaf.