whenever we're waiting for the train
or something else, or in the rain
your shadows shine. and then I think
is the Divine really impossible for us
if you could be that near
when the weather isn't clear or
so many other things to me.
and I have sung alone there
waiting for the bus to come
at odd times of the day
and I know you hear me singing
but I'd want to anyway
you made even the shadows
the shadows of trees falling
across the pavements.
mary angela douglas 1 april 2016