Pour Le Voyage

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Past is yesterday. It cannot be recreated or reenacted nor ever brought back. If it were possible, many would be nurturing present, begging it to hurry back, stay in and make bed. Turn the page in your book. Stay in the now!

©️ Angela Aguiar


That Cross


I turned around and saw the helicopter hovering around, dropping leaflets. I swear it was a bird, Lord knows why. I saw it coming and asked God to tell me what was it coming for. I got a message saying that it was coming to pay its respect and be my muse, my imminent companion. I looked up the word in the dictionary and it translated to pick your cross and follow me. I thought to myself which cross if mine has been hanging on the wall and all its glory in display, shamelessly looking straight at me but nope; that cross HE pointed out to me. The one you can’t see but seem to think you have the answers and don’t. The carpet that has been rolled out especially for you. Your headaches. The pillow in your bed. The ground you walk on. The water you drink. The company you keep. It was then I realized what He was inferring to, the one I have been carrying on my shoulder when I wake up and has been my handkerchief, my cane, my walker, yeah that one! 

©️ Angela Aguiar

If I Only Knew Tomorrow


If I only knew tomorrow, I would write it in a big piece of paper, color it’s boarder with fortress surroundings smelling like a lavender. It would be full of sacred words and dedicated to Mrs Butterfly. It would describe the lessons of yesterday and telltales of today and images of tomorrow on a thin piece of paper stuck in the library of lessons. But I don’t know tomorrow. I just envision it to be the food in my refrigerator, biscuits in my cantina, paper flowers in my corridor of wonders, the big pendulant on the street corner dance, a glass of water on my bedside table inside the prepaid package yet to be delivered.

©️ Angela Aguiar