GILDING THE ARK

 

GILDING THE ARK

Gilding the Ark

I sigh in clouds

And rain bubbles never through the portals

We sail on

My rag dolls and I

My books with the antique pictures in them

Noon arrives with festive sandwiches

Nectar of grape and bread of life

And I am happy just to be here

Paddling small oceans without strife

Sailing the stream or even the brook

Tumbling in rapids of countless books

Listening to music I heard before

When I was much closer to the shore.

Waving at ghosts I still adore.

mary angela douglas 27 may 2024