FOR THAT WHICH FALLS BESIDE THE WAYSIDE

FOR THAT WHICH FALLS BESIDE THE WAYSIDE

For that which falls beside the wayside

Creature, or star from distance incomprehensible

Soul parted from soul

Let there be elegies innumerable

A drift of wind through the green leaves murmuring

Let the clouds sigh over the seas and the seas

Be aquamarine

Let there be the tint of fading roses in the skies

Uncertain the fairytale falters in the rains

That flood with sorrow the mechanisms

That keep us from breathing as if we were free

And endowed by our Creator down to our last resurrected breath

Let the Graces grieve and yet keep dancing

Bare soles on the pale lime turf

Transparent the musing of the eternal primavera

Of the resounding earth

The cry of the small birds daunting the winter, blithe

ah, let there be truth

And no more lies.

mary angela douglas 27 july 2024