why is the land so green
and yet it seems no least seed grows
that's planted
where else are we to go
or are the parables inverted
we always heard
I will go
with the first snows
telling what I know
into God's pearl perfect ear
and wondereing
what is it I have managed to fear
is it the zeros of the hours
the castoffs from the uniform towers
is the least word wasted
where You are
though it branches and flowers ceaselessly
while I pin the patterns to an empty space,
basting the stars.
who are you, were you I whisper
to my dissolving soul and should we hasten
as if we know
as if it were made of candle ends
and we the surveyors on the road
barely scavenging
where all I say just disappears
and leaves no trace
just a blankness where
there should be faces
the singular lanes of angels
and shining.
mary angela douglas 5 march 2018
and yet it seems no least seed grows
that's planted
where else are we to go
or are the parables inverted
we always heard
I will go
with the first snows
telling what I know
into God's pearl perfect ear
and wondereing
what is it I have managed to fear
is it the zeros of the hours
the castoffs from the uniform towers
is the least word wasted
where You are
though it branches and flowers ceaselessly
while I pin the patterns to an empty space,
basting the stars.
who are you, were you I whisper
to my dissolving soul and should we hasten
as if we know
as if it were made of candle ends
and we the surveyors on the road
barely scavenging
where all I say just disappears
and leaves no trace
just a blankness where
there should be faces
the singular lanes of angels
and shining.
mary angela douglas 5 march 2018
