Continents (On The Music Of Josh Groban) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

somewhere there are other continents than these

where we stay indoors dreaming of other shores

and tilt the globe in the music rooms



and wait. for shadows at the gate.



oh lilting, music alone, I think of thee

where there have been no wars

no upset in the afternoons



of the order you keep

when sleep is negligible

and clouds diffuse the moon



oh to be forever obscured from history

that we might find in the music



only God.in the stellar nights

and shine from stage to stage only

on an inner range of mountains,



as in dreams,

obscuring Time...inclined to and favoring

the sudden illuminations



and the chime

of the first bars of the scores renewed before

the wounding at the core



of the old continents, shifting,



and music, restraining, just for this little space



the angel at the door, too early

at the porticos of sunset;

and gathering the damaged in.



mary angela douglas 5 june 2018