Wouldn't You Like?

wouldn't you like
to be God's kite?
I would!

with spots of gold,
a pale green butterfly aloft
in His sure hand

to float above his trees,
his dreams of trees
his dreams of trees themselves,

dreaming.
and it is Spring.
and you pass through pink clouds,

your colleagues.
past iridescent birds
then you remember your golden spots

turn turn on a green wind.
why not?
my friend.

mary angela douglas 16 april 2019