Antartica Has No Countries

antarctica has no countries
I read in a book today.
how out of the way

I began to feel the snow melt gather
where I never stowed this away
I don/t remember

the thing I learned
as if it had been bewitched
antarctica of no countries

if I may address you so
confessing I did not know
perhaps you are where God goes

when he wants to think about
only Andromeda. the southernmost cross.
perhaps if I could go there too

I could be lost as children do
at their pink parties

the snow of my mind
losing all ferny imprints over time

to breathe in a pure green arc

of summers that never were;
to never be taxed.
dreaming in pastel

not of this or that
but of a glazing cold
the sky the sky

lead over rose, a faint blue

at the scientific station
where the soul has not one nation while

the ghosts of unremitting angels
teletype some message from the sun.

mary angela douglas 3 december 2019