I Can Be

you're going to need a shoehorn for that slipper
I heard a passerby exclaim
why there was always someone standing around

like a one person greek chorus interfering band
I dont know. Dear God. and with cymbals.
i dont know what the odds for it even are.

i lock my door. my golden key in hand.
they're still out there in the hallway;
self appointed in the land.

you're doing it wrong
whatever it is.
you plop the tablets fizz fizz fizz

it doesn't help.
so I go somewhere in my lovely clouded mind
and there I find

somewhere a place where no one says anything.
where its quiet as after a snowfall.
and the glaze is over it all.

the sky is dreaming again.
the leaves coated with ice
the roads of the empire all closed.

and I can think my thoughts and let them grow
like rosebuds into a gentle wind.
and I can be

without the tanks rolling in.

mary angela douglas 7 may 2020