Sitting in the drivers seat,
Frustrated with the traffic lights.
A million things on my to-do list,
A clutter of thoughts in my head.
A beggar tapping on my window,
His filthy hands outstretched.
I've got too many things on my mind now
I'll spare some money for the next&;#8230;
As the traffic grows thicker,
I bang the steering wheel, annoyed.
I left that project on my desk,
The one that's due in for tomorrow.
Hot &; bothered, I glare out through my window,
She caught my eye, sitting on the sidewalk.
Threadbare clothes exposing her to the cold,
Unclean hair hanging in her grubby face.
Another beggar, I've seen so many,
But she just seems so different.
I can almost see an aura of light
Radiating from her skeletal body.
As if by a sixth sense, she lifts her face
Crystal clear blue eyes find mine.
I feel this warmth, so honest and pure,
That it makes me forget my troubles.
For a minute there it seemed as if
Everything had blurred and vanished.
All I could see was her, all lit up,
Spreading her magnificent pure white wings.
The traffic starts to pull away,
My golden vision evaporates.
I know I will never see her again,
That exquisite, unlikely angel.