Leaves Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

it's just the nebulae sifting through your dreams
because you left the window open.
you left the window open and the moon came in,

and ivoried rains, glistening
dampening the books on the window sill
you put there because you have no more

room for books, but buy them anyway
to read the words of your friends.
to read the words of your friends and

to talk to God is all you want to do.
and listen where
no soldiers are coming.

no armies.
only a pale green stillness
rustles like leaves above you:

that's your dream
and the nebulae, too.

the leaves you loved before you
learned the soft word: 'leaves'
are there, and you're so happy

to see them again
even though it's just a dream
and time is leaving you everyday

a little closer to the beginning


mary angela douglas 27 july 2014