The Eighth Day

on the eighth day the stars rang out like bells

frost on the least of the leaves remaining

we lived for snow globes

subsets of the Christmas scene

and the fairy tale meanings

I tried to wrap up the sun to give my mother

it's hard to be young harder than you'll remember it being

with the names for things so tenuous

you could say milk and really mean bread

or nothing at all and still be fed

and all your thoughts are feelings and coloring things in.

where am I going what did I intend

the gardens grew on their own without me

the stars lent their rays

mary angela douglas 31 october 2021