Wednesday, October 04, 2017

I Want I Want Cried William Blake In The Etching

I wanted to peek inside God's cabinet(s) of curiosities
to float inside the cloudy part of the blue marble
to have hidden wings.

to pull the string that released the red and green
sparkles at Christmas
and to find in the jack in the box surprise

not the jester with the jigsaw but
the princess in pink and violet
with a net overlay,

in the dress I wanted
to wear in the play.
I wanted to be so still

as to become 
invisible at will
especially when

counting down the rows
for the question the teacher
would pose when she came to me

and to realize, oh dear me
that's the one I skipped inadvertently.
I wanted to feel eternal things

when walking alone
by any forest's margin
where the crunch of leaves

was my particular music
and the breeze outriding suddenly
becomes the presence of God.

the only fairy tale I wanted
was to walk with Him there
and to consider,

to be that illuminated

the way the worlds might have been.

mary angela douglas 4 october 2017;rev. 8 january 2018