there is a yellow house
a yellow house lodged
lodged among trees
and the trees are spackled
and they are dappled
though the house is not
the sky an intensification of blue
I want to go inside that house
with its view of spackled trees
and all the greens are far away
and yet they are close to me.
in that house I will dream of God
as in all other houses I have done
but this time I will dream so much
a ladder of leaves, beyond disease
will appear and it will be clear to me
when to go
to go up the ladder of leaves
to be lighter than leaves to proceed
so that this will be possible:
to disappear into the blue
the intensification of blue
and still to keep singing,
though out of view.
mary angela douglas 2 february 2018
