remembering that world
when world was home
and only those that loved you,
birdsong all day long
familiar flowers
the constant pines, mysterious winds
piano refrains for hours and hours
school lessons better learned in the evenings
simple delights
the cooling rains
the lore of books retained on the living room shelves
painted aqua green
the chicken pies
the ice creamed nooks
the sun's peculiar slanting on the floor
the constellations learned by heart
and all outdoors, persistent prayer, everywhere
and more, more than I can tell you
you can tell yourself, longing for Art
in the years before you squeezed into
no crystal shoe apartment
fitting you. and paid rent
to those who never knew you then.
or now.
yet somehow, you had Bethel found.
or brought with you dreamily,
in invisible luggage.
mary angela douglas 28 july 2023
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