we sought the far language
the one spelled out in stars
the one of outposts
the gap between telegrams
in the never ending wars.
the polar stillness.
it's not for glory or to relinquish old scars
when scars are deeper than the crevasse
you could have fallen into.
why didn't you. you know it must God
who kept your soul from breaking into two
in the ice storms
where He shielded you
but who will believe you
that this really happened
no matter what language you mine.
mary angela douglas 21 january 2020
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