How To Disappear And Why

where were you while you were
counting the stars and sizing up the clouds
always they asked the seers

or just the ones who knew
how to disappear
into a clef of leaves

or trebled flowers, please,
I said to the Magician
wanting to be anywhere

but here.
your nose in a book also
they scoff

and toss it off for years and years
and not because
they miss your company.

it's a mystery, I said while my
breathe froze and you didn't notice anyway.
it's a mystery. it's how I live

by living always in a dream
and in the spaces in-between the holidays
even while washing the dishes

in the sink, where rainbow bubbles wink-)

you never stop to think they start to say
but I won't hear today or yesterday;
I'm on the verge "you've haven't heard a word..."

of finding yet another place to stay
free from tirades.brim up with the gold
on my new hat with the cherries...

(and that's the secret, told)

mary angela douglas 5 december 2015