why do I always see him in my mind
continually gliding in the great canals of Dream
in a paper boat not quite yet up to steam
and how large the stars
appear to him if he wakes.
I wonder if he wakes.
how suddenly a day made out of cream
can curdle. and there you are
farther from home than you have ever been.
still he drifts on
unconscious of his loss and farther into dream
than he has ever been.
angels defer to wake him
knowing when they do
ah, he will remember;how
his tin heart broke in two
and the great world oblivious around him
in its greed
will never notice how forlorn he seems
or find the seeming is vastly true.
so far he is now
from all he knew.
mary angela douglas 12 october 2017
continually gliding in the great canals of Dream
in a paper boat not quite yet up to steam
and how large the stars
appear to him if he wakes.
I wonder if he wakes.
how suddenly a day made out of cream
can curdle. and there you are
farther from home than you have ever been.
still he drifts on
unconscious of his loss and farther into dream
than he has ever been.
angels defer to wake him
knowing when they do
ah, he will remember;how
his tin heart broke in two
and the great world oblivious around him
in its greed
will never notice how forlorn he seems
or find the seeming is vastly true.
so far he is now
from all he knew.
mary angela douglas 12 october 2017
