Piano

[to Frederic Chopin]

on earth there are showers of leaves, of flowers, stars
the weeping clouds;the clouds delivered from sorrow.
I want to walk under the showers

let petals rain down and stars
simultaneously who but God could
arrange it this way

on what you may call an ordinary day
beauty rains down continuously
from the heavens

and settles before our feet.
I want to dream into the leaves, the petals
endlessly to be peach crowned or plum

to drift into Kingdom come that easily
I was born in a petaling wind.
as the snows whirled into it and then

ascending and descending
pristine scales
on a vast, a crystalline piano.

mary angela douglas 8 november 2017