those who understand Orion are stately
in their dawn processions to the bus
figuratively on its way
who from childhood could connect the silver dots.
though they wear plaid while kings wear solid colours
still, are they owners of mystery
who stare straight into the winter light
with a fixed gaze needing no newspapers.
unlikely contemplatives
in garish scarves from the Goodwill wound too tight
smelling of mothballs
you sit next to them
only because you must
my car is in the shop you say
no one hears you without knowing
what you mean. you're not the regular riffraff
too finely dressed to ride in coach
to dip your toast in runny egg
at the breakfast diner on the route.
you are astute and think nothing at all of the cattle riding with you;
so peerless are you
in Italian shoes, the standard issue raincoat.
but those of us because we must ride everyday
have learned to do without the hash browns
the glorious paydays
turning ourselves inside out when we are worn
and dreaming of the stars
not of the office parks the scars of the disregarded
in love with light years speeding on a different plane
with God, on a silver highway
in the dark cognizant of the Eternal
His radiant trademarks.
mary angela douglas 15 october 2018
in their dawn processions to the bus
figuratively on its way
who from childhood could connect the silver dots.
though they wear plaid while kings wear solid colours
still, are they owners of mystery
who stare straight into the winter light
with a fixed gaze needing no newspapers.
unlikely contemplatives
in garish scarves from the Goodwill wound too tight
smelling of mothballs
you sit next to them
only because you must
my car is in the shop you say
no one hears you without knowing
what you mean. you're not the regular riffraff
too finely dressed to ride in coach
to dip your toast in runny egg
at the breakfast diner on the route.
you are astute and think nothing at all of the cattle riding with you;
so peerless are you
in Italian shoes, the standard issue raincoat.
but those of us because we must ride everyday
have learned to do without the hash browns
the glorious paydays
turning ourselves inside out when we are worn
and dreaming of the stars
not of the office parks the scars of the disregarded
in love with light years speeding on a different plane
with God, on a silver highway
in the dark cognizant of the Eternal
His radiant trademarks.
mary angela douglas 15 october 2018
