The Last Republic In The Sun

[to Miro Zdrahal]

we all survive with just one scrap of sky,

the bluest one-

even with no boundaries left

to cross, when the storms come;

every soldier for himself, the histories go.

and come again.

we can survive with just one

scrap of sky, and the green light all around filtered through the trees and

through our tears and through long

aeons of His smile.

our God,

the only one:

the last Republic in the sun.

mary angela douglas 23 january 2013