Madonna of all stillness
of intransigent peace
I will begin like snow, again
all roads of light will
meet in you
to clear the whitest whiteness
so far from all this to
break the crystal air with
my sigh:
there is no circumference of tears of
poetry in flight of hidden
sudden departure
you have turned on your starlit heel
banished with all your snows and
now:
there is no end to searching for
another way out
but we will live on in this
orphaned kingdom
diverting all streams to your
cause
mary angela douglas 5 april 2001/30 august 2005
