Before Which Wishes

you raise your head like a cloudy nebulae
but you aren't good for the GNP
the lilacs thunder, but you keep it to yourself;

who needs the visionary
when we have all this tv;
commercially commercials all night long

who cares if you see stars in the gutter
if you wear old dance dresses inside out
to make the most of the sprigged fabric

the bright tulle overskirt of light.

you spend your time sorting the clouds.
into various tints of the profound or the acrylics
who cares if you shed tears of pearl

on a silken route made specifically for you,

it's still your world;there are gardenias, somewhere.
your mind is the garden and you keep the gate
as Rilke said, even when he was dead

before which, wishes wait.

mary angela douglas 30 april 2020;rev. 7 may 2020