I Tried To Find In What You Said

I tried to find in what you said

some kind of opening instead
I found a seamless house a

house of seeming.
perhaps the shutters were painted green
and there were vines

and you sat unheeding, eating
from a silver bowl of clementines
and waving to the unseen crowds

as if you were King.
who fashioned this for you,
a soul without nails?

who fetches pails from the dairy
fresh for you, brimming with the days,
a few strawberries...?

and then, the lone evenings
stretch to infinity's purple
as if they were, your train...

ah in the tall grasses
how could I remain
with this conundrum

for my little day was done
with the leche dulce.

the rains were strumming now
on my roof a mile from town

and with them, floated on the summer's foam
the figments of
no civilization-

found

mary angela douglas 1 august 2015