Angels Look Last On What You Had Seen

angels look last on what you had seen

taking it all in

in a silvery census

and without censure.

how much you loved the trees

outside your window no one

knew.

and rainbow bubbles in the dishwater

and suddenly, the inexplicable shifts of colours in the sunset

as if God were turning a kaleidoscope

and the kaleidoscope

was you

mary angela douglas 13 november 2013