Alchemy

if I have to stand only in corners
whenever anyone doesnt understand what I mean
the thing they fail to recognize,

I still can dream. I could dream in an ant farm
being one of the ants, the straggler ant
making up tiny reasons to look at a wisp of sky

a rainbow going by in a dewdrop flood
oh listen to me when you think you're stuck in the mud
maybe or that people have counted you out

it doesnt matter
if you get splattered waiting for the bus.
think of us I hear the old ghosts say in primoses
and in  lavender

who also were treated this way.
forget it.
there's gold in everything.

mary angela douglas 24 march 2020