To The Intended Country In My Dreams

I wrote to the intended country in my dreams

in all the languages of green

I dont know who waylaid the messenger

no one will fill me in, it seems

I'm left to conjecture, to rude awakenings still

so I will send it out again the thing I wrote

the poem in code or the cablegram

or the song as I'm singing it to the dove in my hand

i will let go of finally from the last ark;s darkening rainbow's portal

the small diamond words i thought

I thought would smote the armies of the dread

until I'm dead, or carted away by angels

and I'll wake up and read the letters to them

instead though they are no captive audience either.

mary angela douglas 19 july 2021