An angel comes at night

I think I am dreaming when

I realize it is an angel behind

that bear mask with a growl

sounding like a screech owl.

Are you trying to scare me, I ask?

Of course not, the angel says.

Only to take me seriously. I’m not

just some frivolous guy with wings.

Then he says: The forest is dying.

We are in danger, every life, even yours.

Why do you say that, I want to know.

People have caused the air to change,

polluted the earth and seas and rain,

even the wind. We cannot survive with all

that is being harmed and taken away.

He removes his mask, worry on his face.

I ask, What can I do?

Reach out, sing and dance, speak to

the trees. Write a poem. Tell everyone

and everything that you love them.

Like Peter Pan and Tinkerbell, I think.

I had Eros and Psyche in mind, he says.

But is it enough to love I wonder?

Care for everyone, for all things,

tend to their needs as your own.

Then we will become a part of each

other, depending on one another.

I add, We will know we are all one?

He smiles, Yes, yes you are getting it.

Then let me start with you angel,

I say as I look into his eyes and touch

his face. I love you, you silly guy

with wings and a big heart. I share

your pain. Let’s face this troubled

world together, whatever comes.