Hemispheres

in half of my mind it is snowing

in the other half, it is blooming

there is no bridge from one side to the other

set in mosaics so that you know it will hold

there is this shimmering I know as the Holy Spirit

a garment of soft greens 

a small footpath by a blue and white stream

this is set in pleasing stones and wondrously familiar

some day the curtains will blow straight up to the stars

I will see from the snow side the roses blooming

I will pluck one.

by that time, I will be Home;they will all be looking for me.

mary angela douglas 10 may 2021