Saturday, September 02, 2017

Fragmentary

no one was watching over you when you left
and so you slipped into the bog
you said to me in a dream

and the radiance all around you
holding pale lilacs in your hand
the lilacs of snow

is it all vanishing there I asked
or are you finally, home
but you said nothing

only later,
breaking into song.

mary angela douglas 2 september 20`7