running and then gliding, suddenly aloft is what i
remember the feeling as always being in childhood
when we were free to run as horses across the dusty plain at recess on
the playground at our school running and then gliding
always the secret dream though we couldnt have said so in words
if we were asked or perhaps it was a secret thing
not a thing you would tell just anyone
speaking and then singing,
but only kings and queens and of course, the fairies
who would have known what you meant,
sure and we should have been born as the Irish might say
have said over infinite time pure larks and never known
suffering of any kind sometimes when I am blinded with tears
and so much older now still I think, especially after prayer, despair,
after seeing or hearing the beautiful things;
running then gliding running then gliding into the roselit air
must be again
and will be finally, our achievement.
amary angela douglas 1 february 2021
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