there are dreamlike moments when the unthinkable happens
time is paused and the glass slipper slips from her hands
who could guess prisms could compound such a shattering so
that there seems to be no blue bird near at hand.
you remember the summer marigold or was it the moon
turned marigold and we sipped apricot nectar, chilled.
practicing all afternoons the piano scales.
time is not paused except in the music, when you play it over
when you reconsider the sound was everywhere.
it fell softly like
snow, composing you.
mary angela douglas 8 january 2020
