sudden poverty is a wound that cannot heal
like a star that drops from heaven
and becomes a stone
like a scar on what was known or
unknown, weighed equally
you want to shake it off
like a dog shakes off the rain
but you are always on that train
when people around you sniff
the absence of gold
and turn away
thinking thank God it isn't me today
maybe tomorrow
but they just want away from the sight of you now
as though you were a prison, plague
somehow
in mirrors you don't look the same
but God stands out in the rain with you
you who are afflicted
not afflicting
anyone
they think he's a hobo too
the King of everyone!
so the two of you laugh
and that brings out the sun.
mary angela douglas 20 april 2017
like a star that drops from heaven
and becomes a stone
like a scar on what was known or
unknown, weighed equally
you want to shake it off
like a dog shakes off the rain
but you are always on that train
when people around you sniff
the absence of gold
and turn away
thinking thank God it isn't me today
maybe tomorrow
but they just want away from the sight of you now
as though you were a prison, plague
somehow
in mirrors you don't look the same
but God stands out in the rain with you
you who are afflicted
not afflicting
anyone
they think he's a hobo too
the King of everyone!
so the two of you laugh
and that brings out the sun.
mary angela douglas 20 april 2017
