You Want To Say

you want to say
let the clouds move themselves away
because they are so high

you cannot go to them
you are not the agency the angels whisper
through which this can happen

and so many things are that way
we are helpless before clouds
before a stilled wind

before a friend in an unsolved case

and we must wait
before every locked gate
never knowing till when.

I move my feet sometimes heavily
down a street I don't really want to be on
but dancing in snow

that covers up the things I'm not likely to know
and like a slate wiped clean
the entire scene sparkles.

I am waiting on snows.
I am waiting on a door to close
or on all the locksmiths in the world

busy, on other calls, 

mary angela douglas 30 october 2017