AMAZING HOW MUCH LIGHTER I FELT

amazing how much lighter I felt

imagining I was the sky

and held all colours letting them go at sunset and to sleep

and sleeping the dream of clouds of the various declensions

then the clouds lined with moonlight, with gifting snows

or with the violet rains replete

above the trouble below above the forest green oil

of the treelines in the mystical paintings

and farther up, there are angels

semiprecious, a ladder of heavenly commerce

the singing of nations of birds in flight

the winds of the inner and outer worlds

the softer wind from the seashell gale

touching holy palm to palm

the becoming of stars, their imprints unraveling

the fairy tales in jubilation of bells,

the concourse of Heaven, pristine

in all the shades of blue.

and I in a lemon dress

by way of contrast

dreaming this dream

and the golden seams of it all.

mary angela douglas 22 october 2022;18 february 2023