Forever Unable To See The Skies As They Were

after reading Rilke I thought now we are
embroidered on his far distances, not our own,,
the encroaching stars

the angels at Eden
where it all burst into bloom
Rilke, the trees whispered then

and the wind arose the interstellar
space the unutterable bridge.has flowered between us:
the collapses endured in childhood, winged.

oh how will we sing this, forever translating hymn
his song upon song enfolded
vast, petals of the Rose...

infolding now in us, but first,
in him.

mary angela douglas 18 march 2018