Sometimes I Look Too Hard To Find Things

sometimes I look too hard to find things

while keys leap up like trout from stream

out of an unexpected dream

lost homework spirals through the air

and lands just somewhere on the stair

but I have already packed my bags like Hannibal

and gone on far expeditions to reclaim

the name of the song in wind and flame

the right made wrong from all disdain

the colours of the evening star

just about over the topaz bar of Heaven

and dusk and the shade of it, wisteria.

in my backyard.

mary angela douglas 20 august 2020

mary angela douglas 20 august 2020