I DREAM OF STARLINGS

I DREAM OF STARLINGS

I dream of starlings

Never having seen them

pictured or on some summer hike

but here in my cream coloured room and reading

I imagine them blue black, purple against

The skies I imagine as infinity’s turquoise

set in a silver sweet doom

In the passage of the book I have underlined

Momentarily 

Perhaps in real life as they call it

I could not recognize them

Perhaps they would lift off in a dark cloud

On the last day of the world and I 

And I not cognizant of their migration

Unable to call them back from a Méliès moon

But anyway I dreamed them

Perhaps the way I dreamed them

Is the way they wished to be

Who can say now that

The auroras have flared up for perhaps the last time.

mary angela douglas 28 august 2024