Poetry, My Little Ships

of all my little ships silver floating on the water
the ones at sunset ruby tipped
the ones merry in the sea green foam

the one I want most is the one edged in violet
edged in violet and singing to itself
I know I know God floats upon the waters with me

and shapes my notes my notes
my flouted arrangements on the brink
of dreams my bouquets

descending and ascending the waves
regardless of who finds them
farther downstream beyond the ebb and flow

or receives them or receives them not 
at the docks of gold.

mary angela douglas 3 may 2020;6 june 2020