The Soul Dreams On In Time

the Soul dreams on in Time
caught up in its own sublime
manufacturing little stars and

occasional confetti.
guarding its Christmas.
sometimes it longs for a fenced yard

and doesnt want to work so hard
at defending itself, the flower,
from encroaching weeds

sometimes it just longs to go to seed
and turn itself into prairie roses
it's lost but it never poses
who knows where it goes is

keeping the angels company.
it curls up like a fern when it's measured.
in summers, it counts its treasured

remembering the pearls from Grandmother
the music lessons for free.
unfurling its heaven whenever the cirrus clouds appear.
taking its snows, lightly.

mary angela douglas 6 march 2020