Saturday, September 23, 2017

They Spoke In Waves

some learned to speak in waves
not to be detected
never to be forgotten

like the sea
like summer light and sequined
on the rivieras of dream

though in reality's subzero
they imagined palaces with
lunar balconies

what they pleased
and gestured only slightly
to the skies so that snows ceased

cruel winds as well
they spoke without speaking
as flowers may

even the dew
as leaves along the avenue
and in the square

the pure white square
as in Malevich they found a
where to stand

as in infinite light
without being rounded up for it.

mary angela douglas 23 september 2017