["He led captivity captive..."

Ephesians 4:7-8, The Holy Bible]

carnival music all the time

was moving the sunsets' ferris

only so far into

the clouds tipped with rubies,

emeralds, a sense of flight always

beginning again

from the ground, then stifled.

I held the hand of the wind

and couldn't look down

and wished for wings

my God

they tore them off

and just kept moving

to the organ grinding sound

ground into the soul

you know what that is.

you know but it's not sunset after all

when rose and lemon and mint

keep reappearing with a shake of your

pure kaleidoscope undefiled; the violet fugue

I listened to when I was free when I was awake,

before I knew them.

it's drifting through the waltzes of Chopin

and the blessed horizons now

where they've all left town finally

deserting the interiors.

that God has not disappeared

from the equation of the new made clouds

the stars-in-waiting and the

mother of pearl fault lines in

this evening breeze

mary angela douglas 4 february 2014