I went through your epochs
one by one:
blazing a circle, not
a trail
I was not met at the door
by anyone
while in so many dreams
you did not appear
and I have cradled nothing
but my fear
that all my love is turning
into snow of a winter in
which whole worlds will be
lost
and one without which not
even God can stand
mary angela douglas 12 may 2001
