MAKEOVER

Times like these
you want the sun to stand still
or the earth not to spin so fast
so you can have time to think
You want people to hush
in the holy kind of way--to
reverence silence like its
god; like angels lit on the
sun's surface to bring fire
to earth; like fairies are in
a cave somewhere to make over
all the mistakes in one life
and give you one more chance
to get it right.

Times like these 
you want quiet to descend
like dew on Mount Hermon,
to whet your appetite for
the stillness that follows
you want to savor the
wetness as if it means to hug
your very liver, as if your 
intestines did not need
your lips to drink in any 
water; you want angels
to dance on the desert's floor
to bring heat to your 
sheltered life; like fairies are in
a cave somewhere to make over
every wayward word to give
you another chance to
say it well.

© Valerie Bridgeman
October 20, 2013