Tuesday, July 31, 2007

I Went Through Your Epochs

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

and one without which not
even God can stand

mary angela douglas 12 may 2001