They reach out to you through the telephone
And they dress like toddlers on holidays
And they don't say, "It's just a phase"
And they tase like ice-cold almond milk blended with peanut butter, mashed bananas, ice cubes, and protein powder poured carefully into a small plastic cup that's been drizzled with chocolate syrup at a co-op named after a three-dimensional shape,
handed to you by a man with biceps he cannot hide behind his tiny green apron.
I think angels look like the smile she gives you every morning
or the way he holds your hand
They sound like the birds you only hear after the first peaceful night's sleep in months.
Like the sound of his voice when you need a laugh
Or lavender salts in the bubble bath
They act like a child lost in the music
Like a cat making biscuits
Or two dogs sitting at the feet of their owner
Or a bird that lands softly on the fence as you walk by
A squirrel that looks too closely in your eyes
A rabbit that appears in your lawn
A small fawn
The smell of dawn
They're a cardinal painting your world red
The songs in your head
The first sip of a carbonated beverage
The last of your tea
The place you never knew you always wanted to be
They don't cause confusion
They don't bring you doubt
They give you signs that look like a shout
To your innards
Your soul
To help you reach your goal
To remind you you're unstoppable
To show you what is possible
That's who they are
That's what they do
When was the last time they visited you?