Fame Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

what is it that you wished to be

you who already were

infinite as a star

from long distances perceived

a green leaf twirling in the wind

a moment between moments

in the world's dimming pride

on a poorly constructed stage

you who already had

a soul that could never die

the secret beauty of silence.

what was it

a slight angel on the breeze

the token of your Mama

always.

a slight chill in the air

dampens your superstition

now you are everywhere

and no one knows you at all.

mary angela douglas 6 july 2023