Carol Of The Snowblind

snowblind they wandered a long, long time
glazed as the kingdoms of don't look behind
in the precints of the in between

the crevasse is always open.

green said the stoplight
but not for them
the merry clash of bells

in the winter prime.
the gift wrap glint
and the angel chime

the gingered peaches
the sugared rinds

snowblind and on and on
the story of let them-

be gone.
not in our town
the derelict wronged

stage managed from porch to porch
not with the nightlight on.
and the great feasts toasted their own.

jesu who came in the dead of night
you alone can feel the plight
of those who wander when it's bright

for those who shun them.
you alone outrun them.

mary angela douglas 9 november 2017