[for Andrei Tarkovsky]
a diary on the underside of light
the blizzards inside the ruined cathedral
of the soul
the balloon cut free
is crashing on the underside of light
of light of light
neither daylight nor is it the moon's careful shading;
in the gardens of the child, is it a rose of light?
as if it flowed from Dante then was
interupted, almost musical, to the point of tears?
Rublev green and aqua through the years
is it the curvature of angels broken apart
from great distances;
the Magi on the plain
in an unfinished painting
when the skies grow dark
sea lights comprised of the dying emerald
barely comprehended in a dream
scene the long lost rains of earth
for which you were nostalgic,
the last take
from which you don't want to
you didn't want to
Awake
mary angela douglas 12 november 2015;rev. 22 january 2018
a diary on the underside of light
the blizzards inside the ruined cathedral
of the soul
the balloon cut free
is crashing on the underside of light
of light of light
neither daylight nor is it the moon's careful shading;
in the gardens of the child, is it a rose of light?
as if it flowed from Dante then was
interupted, almost musical, to the point of tears?
Rublev green and aqua through the years
is it the curvature of angels broken apart
from great distances;
the Magi on the plain
in an unfinished painting
when the skies grow dark
sea lights comprised of the dying emerald
barely comprehended in a dream
scene the long lost rains of earth
for which you were nostalgic,
the last take
from which you don't want to
you didn't want to
Awake
mary angela douglas 12 november 2015;rev. 22 january 2018
