Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Carving Words From This Thick Mist

carving words from this thick mist
no one will reward you.
sometimes the song

will dazzle you sometimes dissolve
even as you are singing it
sometimes you

won't distinguish your lament
from the clouds reforming
and reinhabiting without invitation


your clear castle of light while neighbors on every side
can only complain
they blame you for being the victim of miracles.
the victim of miracles.


the sound
of weeping

will echo there, your only nation,
as on the stairs, coming down after breakfast
through any window's glaze


you recognize the outline
of a desert you did not choose-

mary angela douglas 28 january 2009

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