I miss sea glass, my mother's pearls
coral music in the whirlpools
the icebergs on the moon,
the moon floating on the waters
the ships of doom retrieved.
most of all, I miss speaking
where I'm heard
even my mind from far distances
in the Dream Time
and not dancing on swords
the fragrance of the frangipangi
the simple accords
of water and light
the depths where I
am out of sight.
mary angela douglas 7 july 2019
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