Our Ship Going Nowhere In A Still Harbour

our ship going nowhere in a still harbour

dreams of drifting and in drifting, dreams

but you will say this is not enough;

you will disturb the mirrored swans' perfection

only with your sigh and a turning away.

and turning away is like drifting

but turning away is not my dream.

our ship going nowhere in a still harbour

is resplendent, I say in the echoing air

in the crystal air that knows

all drifting has an end.

or a beginning

somewhere, my madrigal,

fallen into the Deep

mary angela douglas 25 august 2013