Leaving It All Behind

the soul as charioteer;
the soul at its zenith;
the soul as choirmaster of

the years and all the birds
gathering in the diamond boughs
of the why's and the how's

and where is where
when the soul is about 
to disappear

and the neighbors look
only for a spare hat and coat to wear
scrambling for what remains

as much as can be carried out the door
to add to their store

while the soul from higher plains
looks on.
and laughs.

mary angela douglas 

mary angela douglas 14 may 2016