things that cannot to us seem real take shape
and we are asked to adapt to a new vocabulary
to accommodate the strange shape the puzzle piece makes
that didn't come with the Christmas, birthday box yet that
we are required to acknowledge.
I don't feel words that way but as clouds
tinted by amethyst light that glints and is gone
before you can see it long enough in your field of vision
to call it a jeweled name why should we name disasters, hurricanes
and bring things to those altars as though we were primitives again
when God is the medicine for all these ills in the running streams
the pines,and the evergreen.
this I will not do but keep the shine on the water clear
inside myself deep down as Shakespeare said once,
to the edge of doom.
mary angela douglas 15 april 2020;20 may 2020
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