If I was an angel I would envy
earthlings with their fleshly bodies
senses of smell taste sight
abilities to paint and feel
the sand between their toes
the bark of a favorite tree under
their fingertips to kiss to smell
coffee bread cookies to throw
arms about each other anticipate
parties round the bend watch
the curtains blow back and forth
across the windowsills of houses
they live in with dogs and children
birds singing them out of bed
out the door into the lush green
stark bare world of seasons.
I would so. I would so envy us.