sometimes within us, an interstellar light
floods the flood plains of our inner sight
right in the factories of the middle of the day
keep your head down lest someone see and discern
from middle management
of the royal rubber stamping
of the grim Grimm working day
your head is full of visions scraps of fairytales
you cannot banish away despite company policy
not only, how may I help you today
interplanetary worm holes
secret cherishing forays
into the beautiful.
check on the next customer in your drab uniform
with your eyes a little downcast at the register
registering the light years travel of the waves
under the piped in music that makes people buy MORE
the irrepressible sonics of saints and angels o strive
not to show you have been up all night and that
you are still alive
like Pascal, awash in stellar snows
or Dante in the breakout dazzling of the intemperate
presence of God concocting the Rose
leaving peculiar glitter on the lawns
and where you walk, taking inventory now
trying not to get caught
for stealing time as they call it in HR just in your mind
remembering what you saw
in the panoramic midnight before the bus fumed dawn.
mary angela douglas 22 june 2023
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