To Children, In Their Dreams

maybe we'll get our mail on the moon
if all else fails I say to myself
and God smiles somewhere

behind the clouds
Ill dress the luna moths
in pale green

as you would
when you were free
and maybe the sky will telegraph me

and maybe the sea
or we will go and live at the poles
and stash the snows

for summer
when it comes
if it comes

we will see it all
from a ringside seat
won't it be sweet

to rain the moondust down
on the streets
to children in their dreams.

mary angela douglas 28 march 2017