every moment has its own light
its planetary systems, tiny stars
even when we are sleeping
every moment is a portal of gold
a face indicating a soul
even when we are working and
cannot look at the sky without
penalty
every rose is chiming its own
rose-minutes freely, as in dreams even
while we are being herded
another place we don't want to go
every rose is leaving
without asking permission
petal by petal
how can it be
every moment holds a world they
haven't yet conquered
mary angela douglas 8 february 2006
