Did You Say Something

did you say something?
perhaps they ask.
or maybe, they won't.

but you did.
you do.
and it's you that is always feeling your

words drift back
like lines of snow
when the wind shifts.

and there are they gathering,
the plains of snow;
such an accumulation.

and soundless.
do birds hear your
snowspeech reaching

into their flights in dreams
the small ones in storms

their wings also beaten back
and still they soar.
and when the light comes streaming,

they sing.
you, too.
I know.

mary angela douglas 26 november 2015