Clarity

I sought clarity but darkness was on the wind
things that couldn't be mended then
with their one wing

had taken their toll:
hairline fracturing the china soul

I sought somewhere else to go, to be

to remember what it was like 
walking under a canopy of trees
thinking that time on earth was a green roof

to cover me, since I wished hard enough for it.

if I get permission and the necessary paperwork is done
can I speak to you who skip brightly on dry land
while I am drowning the best I can.

what should I say.
have a nice day?
should I bring you bouquets

and lighten your load
where sunken treasures are.
should I wish upon a star

I will mend my  heart with red sealing wax
and carry on as if I were a tree
newly branched.

and play my part in the mystery.
that the sun in my heart is
still sparking words

even if the world goes dark.

mary angela douglas 6 august 2019