-Wingless-

On hard days
I grab the telephone
and call an angel

(Please stop with what you're thinking
Just believe me for a moment)

I call an angel
And he never says hello

He laughs
and says he knew
I would call today

Strange to listen to a voice
that's no voice at all
but more a plucking
of heart turned harp strings

I ask what he's doing
"Watching the clouds go by between my toes"

I say I am too

(I just don't explain that
Ive got my feet up on the windowsill
and the clouds are really
too many thousands of miles away)

He wont explain to me
what its like to fly

Only what its like to fall

I tell him I have to imagine that too
Ive never fallen ten feet
In my entire life

(Not because I'm lucky, but
because I'm afraid of heights)

We never wondered
how the telephone cord reaches
And we never argue
over who has to pay the bill
this month

(Somehow its never my turn)

Then sometimes
I say something clever
and he laughs
a fine twinkling sound
that makes my toes curl

He says
"You're an angel"

I finger the buckled straps
that holds my wings on
and wonder if hes watching