Tuesday, June 26, 2018

You're Not Just Looking Out The Window For The Reason You Think You Are

when looking out the window one day
apparently for no reason
no company on the way

no postman, no sudden clang of fire engine
no newspaper delay
suddenly I felt my deeper soul was

looking out and suddenly made itself known to me
that it had always been looking out for a long
time now, every time in fact I drifted over from the

sink, or from the brink of sleep. or just from
seeming boredom having nothing else to do
a slight question perhaps about the real weather

not the one as advertised on T.V.
what I mean is the secret soul was
saying suddenly in language loud and clear

look I am here, everytime you look out the window
and have been since you could toddle
because I am thinking maybe today

we get to see Oz in the distance

all that Emerald Way
or people drowning in confetti
because the end of the world never came

or the coach and four from really old fairytales
obscure ones you've never even heard of yet.
you know, and then I'd say
there it is! the coach lined in rose taffeta

the message from the King on silver plate proffered.
the beginning of everything.
Eden floating in,

The Land of Green Ginger on the tide.

mary angela douglas 26 june 2018