chagall like above all circumstance
and would then the piano turn bright
green the screen door let the clouds in?
it is late.
the musicians tune on board for the
last time so it seems
above deck we fall in love with God
more quietly than before
and gleams from afar float across
your nightime vision violet in the waning
while no children keep score.
but somewhere we may unlatch the sky
and somewhere we'll find
that when we die
it wasn't really dying,
it was flying over.
mary angela douglas 27 march 2016