Green Field

far away in a green field

in someone else's century

in a time when the pillagers

had not yet organized

when the iris in the rainbow

was enduring

I set my mind to rest

beyond the facts of the case

in a stage set rose garden

with a real nightingale trilling

where the moon never rises

but once in all three acts

I sent my soul there

and was content to play

no part at all

alas my all too imaginary heart

I have sent you all over the map

of heedless Time

to geographies unknown

to towns off the track and quite charming

and I cannot call you back.

mary angela douglas 22 january 2022