for Walter De La Mare
they said Sail! but there was no sea
so I walked over the air to Thee
they cried Fly but I had no wings
still the moon kept bringing me silvery things
they cried Cherries and I cried Ripe
and then sighed Infinite, Infinite Light
they asked of me what I never give
except to Christ for as long as I live
Die said they but I chose to live
and weave my words out of crimson and cream
and gaze out the windows of everything.
mary angela douglas 19 january 2022;27 january 2022
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