things at a beautiful standstill cannot stay
though you with your hat full of strawberries perhaps may
seem to say, to seem otherwise
soon all berries will go
all trace of them from the dish
and we will spoon the snowy air
for provender if we are careful
even treating the flowers with utmost fragility
they will leave us too, broken stem
wayward sudden flight of petals
as if broken free into their long understated
wish to be birds if only for a little while.
only a little while and the golden moments flee
nor all our armies can bring them back
nor all our former birthday wishes track them
to their lair
we are disappearing too Rilke said
even while lamenting the faded print of
old photographs the minted day at its rosiest
the open window we must close
though music comes through it , still.
still let it be
the beautiful standstill emblematic of Heaven
that we may say in the coming days
there once I stood with the fair clouds ruffling
and the wind winding through its river of air
it was early then
and everyone was young.
mary anegela douglas 12 july 2021
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