poetry, once the rumor of
water in the wilderness
mirage like over the pit of a contracting star
whose are you the rumored water asked
rippling past you in the dark brambles
who are you who is He who made infinity
when the rumor of water was a certain music
a certain music one looked forward to
on the long march of a dreamless sleep
stumbling over the shadows of monarchs as you weep
reaching deep
like Daphne turning into a tree
Daphne, blurred with leaves
watered by the rumor of water,
anchoring in the Unseen.
mary angela douglas 11 august 2022
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