HOW SHALL I TEACH MY HEART SNOW SILENCE

 

HOW SHALL I TEACH MY HEART SNOW SILENCE

How shall I teach my baffled heart snow silence

In moments when the air glistens with 

So much absence

As to make another universe entire out of it.

All the birds in a muted landscape

Their choirs on hushed wing dazed as if they were become clouds

Strangers to music

Sketched in as if in an exodus from song

And in perilous haste

Cannot bear witness enough it seems of late 

When we come to the knowledge

of the poverty of speech, stray rubric of song

in the instant of wrong

failing to meet us coming or going;

When the small fissures start

In the history of the dark.

Let Light keep watch.

Somehow.

Even sans transfiguration.

mary angela douglas 30 may 2024