The Circus And The Golden Door

they made words do tricks and jump through hoops
as though they were wild animals
words served the circuses of those

who knew how to trap them
but I find
more and more distance from these.

and in a dream I saw a golden door
and the door was open and then not.
and dark angels barred the way

spears shooting from their eyes
at anyone who tried
to pass that way

so that no man dared look on them.
and I saw the golden door

that it was weeping as Before
so that it dissolved
and we passed through

my words and I
my cherry bright words
that longed to sing

we passed through
and were free.

mary angela douglas 18 january 2017