as if the sky were a lilac corsage you fastened to the diminishing
night
with the scant and lingering moon
I have seen dawn that way
and birds glide silent as snow on the upturned wind
I have seen the sails coming in at morning
masts of the dream clouds, the rains like beaded curtains shift
over a prismed field.
I will see again though I have aged
spelling it with my eyes closed yes, the vagrant wind
the gipsy wind from the childhood poems my Grandmother
gave me and know that You have made the soul so free
as to glide effortlessly
even while,
imprisoned here.
oh Beautiful sagacity.
mary angela douglas 23 january 2021
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