Sometime, I'd Like To

sometime I'd like to

live under a snowbank

until Spring and

little birds would bring me

things, shiny objects

berries on a string

an ice pink cake or so. and then

I'd dream I fell into a farther cave

below all rainbow glow,

but softly,so as to stir no sound;

with unusual staircases

and no one yelling in the halls

so that it echoes endlessly

and no one slamming doors on purpose.
no one at all.

and I'd translate from phrases delicately made

snow patterns or the traces of the stars

dead, long ago come back to life

and find green rivers farther, deeper down

and waterfalls so clear, bedight with angels.

and solve bright mysteries in the lost

and founds and swear to you

that life spent underground, this way,

is closer to Heaven

than you might think.

mary angela douglas 20 november 2015