From Paradise

The older I get, the more
I notice each step I take
is a step in paradise, grass
lit up in low angle sun,
buds plumping toward spring.

I wish I were an angel,
tall on the edge of paradise,
not with a flaming sword
or any other weapon,
but with bare open hands

pushing back the fists
of voracious bullies wanting
to intimidate, cavort, destroy
with bloodlust, greed,
and sundry cold supremacies.

For years my friends,
professors, writers, fellow
wanderers on gentle mountain
trails, continue to explain:
They want more power.

My impatient question
after fifty years of listening
remains: power for what?
We already live on holy ground.
I wish I were an angel.

Beate Sigriddaughter,, lives in Silver City, New Mexico, where she was poet laureate from 2017 - 2019. Her poetry and prose are widely published in literary magazines, including online. Unsolicited Press published her poetry collection Emily in 2020. She posts other women's work on her blog Writing In A Woman's Voice. Read other articles by Beate, or visit Beate's website.