was it really only ours to gleam from lost towers
to shine from the tops of the glass mountains
always to be someone else's quest
who shall we ask our dove engendered questions
who must pay attention in music class
only to the metronomes, seeing that they are wound
seeing to it that all the glasses are filled
why do we beat against the glass, sad, anguished birds
when we could fly in open air
in the world He intended born of a pale green Word
Not least in imagination's dower
why must we hide the need to ask
a thousand thousand questions of the flowers
who are we, God's own daughters,
a shadow's retinue? Acquinas said, "without a soul"-
bringing up the last of the procession
mending the arrogance of the nets flung out
to haul us in.
mary angela douglas 3 august 2018
to shine from the tops of the glass mountains
always to be someone else's quest
who shall we ask our dove engendered questions
who must pay attention in music class
only to the metronomes, seeing that they are wound
seeing to it that all the glasses are filled
why do we beat against the glass, sad, anguished birds
when we could fly in open air
in the world He intended born of a pale green Word
Not least in imagination's dower
why must we hide the need to ask
a thousand thousand questions of the flowers
who are we, God's own daughters,
a shadow's retinue? Acquinas said, "without a soul"-
bringing up the last of the procession
mending the arrogance of the nets flung out
to haul us in.
mary angela douglas 3 august 2018
