Your Least Gesture In The Snow

thirty three thousand names they have given you
but never the one at your christening...
fate, destiny, doom, coincidence

the lifting of the gloom for an unexpected light
and the waters divide
and you had angels on your side

didn't you?

who knows the reasons where you go
and when and how
could you retrace your steps

would it all be different somehow:
your least gesture in the snow
and did the puzzle fit each bit forming

a stained glass view
of the kaleidoscope "you"
did the fairy tale come to pass

or were you shattered like glass
or will you be
the moment you step out the door

into Samarra and the turquoise night
or feather floating upward
astonished, from the ground

should we herald in gold
Icarus, Icarus-
the jade sea's sweeping;

guard the sound.
the rain inside the clouds-
the weeping.

mary angela douglas 15 november 2018;rev. 25 january 2019