why should we live in the dark interiors
the cafes like jungles recessed
with their olde world pastries
the brittle patina of success courted
and then discarded on a whim
the bohemian
the mood they're in
I do not envy them
their coteries.
their need to see and to be seen.
why shouldn't we live more quietly
and yet in illimitable light
no one to take heed.
and write on crystal every drop
of the light we feel
our birthright
and our creed.
mary angela douglas 11 january 2018
