Heaven Is Not This Uneasy Truce

Heaven is not this uneasy truce

hoping to live a little while longer 

in a semiprecious peace

to live for clouds

to live for reflections in the water

to pretend there is no time

there is no time at all.

I could wear a blue shawl, a lacework dress

I could be happy with a grand piano and afternoon rest

even if I can't sight read

reading the great books, the childrens nursery rhymes

the books that ranged our shelves at home

or thinking of God when his green presence shone

living again for the clouds

for their reflections in the waters

the daughter of slow time there's a line from Keats

and not the least, and unremitting ardor

for the past.

my curious goldmine.

minery angela douglas 12 february 2021