Sunday, September 17, 2017

Seeing Clouds In Faces

something shifts and I see angels in your face
the light of the previously unknown
or in my own, in the mirror

come to full flower now

but what was sown I know not
nor do I dare.
as though they had been to the moon

your children
you thought they were in their room
but you did not check and see.

but a grace has fallen on them
like an evening dew
something askance

you notice at breakfast, the very next day
but what can you say?
but from a far Kingdom

not the one you knew, they knew
we know, we will have known
we shall know

all the tenses there at the same time
simultaneously thinks the one who
looks up everything in the dictionary

but there's no dictionary for this.
we are all mysteries.
and other mysteries pass back and forth

continuously unbeknownst to us
across the sky of our faces
as if they were clouds

clouding Clouds

mary angela douglas 17 september 2017