Angel

We are told
There are angels
Among us but pshaw
Such folklore is nonsense
Beneath our intelligence but
Once or twice in life we meet
A stranger whom we feel is
Oddly familiar a face we
Have seen somewhere
Before their presence
Seems no threat and
Their smile affords
A comforting feel
Of reassurance.
We notice no
Human fear
Noticeable,
A calmness,
Kindness in
Their eyes
And we
Stop to
Wonder
Is this an
Angel among
Us for some purpose
We cannot understand,
Are they aware do they
Know who they are or
Are they here trailing
Long wisps of
Chance
Coincidence
Like fingerprints
Of God or strings of
Christmas tree lights
Dimly past remembered.
Or, are we all angels
On vacation or
AWOL for a
Time just
A slob
On the
Bus trying
To make our
Way back home.
Hope I did not
Ruffle your
Feathers.