SINCE SOARING IS (VARIATION AFTER THE BALLET JEWELS BY GEORGE BALANCHINE;RIFF ON A LETTER OF WILBUR WRIGHT'S...
to my Mother, leaning out of Heaven... (Mary Adalyn Young-Douglas)
Since soaring is merely gliding in a rising current..., I read in a letter of Wilbur Wrights
in one of his luminescent para ti, paraphrase para mi parasailing phrases and my mind drifted off
some small kite on the wind, if not glider to where I could hear the bells on the hems of the angels garments sing
the semi oceanic swell of the rose bright words of former poets drifting, drifting the finer silver edged, ruby edged lift off
since morning is merely gliding let me in on the phrase where everything is riding on one choice word I asked of them
the gyroscope, the feeling of hope, small jonquil diamonds spinning
and Christmas echoing through the dream corridors of small children early rising from their beds.
for what's ahead in the cinnamon winds, for the weather vanes of gold
since soaring is gliding merely let the words with new made wings arise, arise
in the dawn lit skies and apple blossom free
masquerading as birds or turquoise and see through mere ghosts gliding on the crest of language, still;
you know, they always will and with an emerald propinquity grant me
the casting and recasting of the sequined twine
toward the Blessed Damozel, in blue vidrian.
mary angela douglas 24 february 2021
