coming down on the
side of the angels
is not as easy as it looks
in Christmas movies
when Your kingdom on
the tip of our tongue
dissolves like snow
or like something we
walked into a room to retrieve
and then forgot
I reach but I cannot touch
I feel but I cannot say
a splendor flaring up
momentarily-drowned out by idiocy
getting on the wrong bus
I look for you in vain
going past stops I can't recognize
I stand in the rain for hours
finding no Samaritans
either good
or bad-
mary angela douglas 19 february 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem