RISING ON ONE BRIGHT SHOE

 

RISING  ON ONE BRIGHT SHOE

A pale chime sounds

I know that I

Will rise on one bright shoe

And block the silken steps I know

I never really knew

Were tolling from my dreaming mind

But I was waking every time

And turning rose to blue.

In plum dark shadows

Then in gold

I move beyond

All I’ve been told

And keep the secret things I know

Secret even from myself

Again the fairytale repeats

Its cloudy coda; it is meet

That sometimes through a mystery

We dance

And find the imprint of the snows by chance

Unknowingly upon our souls

Enacting still between the acts and fugitive:

A clockwork poetry

We do not own.

and yet, we illuminate through Grace.

mary angela douglas 7 may 2024.8 may 2024