FABULOUS WEDDING WITH NO FLOWERS

when there is a lack of coherence in the world

as if everything were reflected in a rain puddle

watercoloured, slightly out of focus

attached to a carnival mirror

and things formerly standing up on their own

are fallen to the side, rolled off and are

somewhere in the Bermuda triangle

under the household shelves

I realize time is a figment of sorts

let me check the files;

I think we have something like that in lilac...

you could be anywhere right now

and not even notice that

the stage setting has changed;

familiar trees seem somehow younger

even twigs

and the stars loom larger

and Galileo is over the hill, the next castle over

while we eat potato salad that is out of this world

and at the old prices.

I dont know.

maybe growing older, you slip in and out of Time

and no one notices you on your strange errands

when you left

and when you came back

collecting the ice cold milk bottles off the porch

after the wedding with no flowers

in your silver invisibility cloak

making strides, mending the planet.

with your drugstore sewing kit.

in your Chinese embroidered robe;

the shoes with the pom poms.

mary angela douglas 3 july 2023